Stuck in this hollow shell of a man,
My soul waits and waits and waits.
For that moment in time, when all is still.
When all I see is unphased and real.
I want to sprout wings and fly.
Away from this, and away from here.
From the suffering and anguish,
From the tears and the fears.
When the time comes, my soul shall break free.
Shaking the ashes off my bones,
I shall walk on the dark side of the sun.
Burning, burning, burning.