Nothing at All

I am a victim of my time

A produce of my age

There's no choosing my direction

I was a holy man but now

With all my trials behind me

I am weak in my conviction

And so I walk to try to get away

Knowing that someday

I will finally have to face

The fear that will come from knowing that

The one thing I had left was you

And now you're gone

You were a victim of my crimes

A product of my rage

You were a beautiful distraction

I kept you locked away outside

Let misery provide

And now I am ashamed

And so I walk to try to find a space

Where I can be alone to live with my mistakes

And the fear that will come

From knowing that the one thing

I had left was you

And now you're gone