When shadows darken on the horizon
And creep slowly into my broken heart,
I know too well, in my mental prison,
A night of torture is going to start.
A lonely night, remembering my life,
My days when I too was a happy man,
When I caressed fondly my loving wife
And braved the war as leader of my clan.
The memory of those colourful days,
When I did shape my life with my own hand,
Now, hauntingly, on my lonely mind plays,
Reminding me, life is written in sand.
Forsaken by all, crippled in the mind,
No one is there to speak a word that’s kind.
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