Granted Sorrows

                             Granted Sorrows


         Counted are the days stained with the posion of regret

         Each infested memory becomes a twisted reality of failure

         Too great is the price payed in beats of broken hearts and faded dreams

         When days turn black to night painful cries bellow for yesterdays lost

         Each breath desired to be the last

         He thinks his time left is a punishment

         A sick game played in the arena of tourment

         Can it be that victory comes with the death dealer's presence

         Life, a precious gift

         How does it become the curse of a man so engulfed in inner misery

         When was the line crossed that light transformed all to darkness

         A guest in his own living hell

         But days loved have become a life never lived

         Just as the dealer's hand extends his ivory finger he knows

         A recognition of all that has been wasted 

         This man has become a soul without purpose

         Each memory comes back

         He has been to these places

         The love he was once capable of sharing is now there

         The secrets of life are lost no more

         Now he has found his past

         But he will not live on

         His tomarrow will not come

         The end to this game how bitter it tastes

         The victory that has turned to defeat