Finished

I give up the journey, I've put down my sword.
There's no thing I want; you can't give me the world.
I am spent, I am troubled, I'm tired, I'm worn.
And I wish I could speak, but I can't find the words.

I've dreamed hollow dreams and wished while asleep,
That things were as different as where day and night meet.
I wanted a change; I'd give any reason to flee,
And run to a place where I am finally free.

But I have none of that; it's just more of the same.
A tired soul in a body that's just wasting away.
I carry these shackles, bound by the old chains,
A broken heart dragging on as all my dreams fade.