My heart is racing Feelings confused Wishing I could help him see this through No matter what Nothing I do will ease his suffering All he has are the memories of who he was And how it used to be He brings his hands together and behins to pray for this to be an end to his constant misery The cross he bears around his neck (the cross he bears) The only thing that comforts him (what else is left?) And so he prays for this to end (what else is left?) A Shadow of his former self Tired and weakend now Demons are his only company So give up the ghost Ten years shy of a century All he has left are the memories of who he was and how it used to be Pray for this to be the end of his constant suffering Pointless at best No means to an end His hands to his head He prays for the end to this nightmare All he has left are the memories