The Fallen Man

Caught in the cold, under shadows so deep

Living these years while the world made me,

A shell of what I used to believe

But now I see beyond this icy grief

Twenty-eight winters, I’ve learned to be rough

Lost in a world that taught me, enough is enough

No love, no care, just survival and fight

Thought I was wrong, but maybe I was right

Is it cynicism, or truth in disguise?

Building walls so high, do I even care why?

Shaped by greed, by vanity and fear

Can I break free, or just disappear?

Am I just cynical or is this the way?

The cold world teaches us to turn away

Can’t see love, can’t find peace in the dark

All I know is I’ve been torn apart

Others seek to destroy from the outside in

Never learning how to love or how to begin

Vain and cowardly, that’s what we become

Living life in shadows, only numb

Are we right to doubt, or wrong to believe?

Locked in a cycle, can we ever grieve?

For trust, for warmth, for better days

Or are we destined to stay this way?

Am I just cynical or is this the way?

The cold world teaches us to turn away

Can’t see love, can’t find peace in the dark

All I know is I’ve been torn apart

Maybe there's a spark, buried beneath

A hope to love again, a dream to believe

Can we break these chains of fear?

Find the courage to draw near?

After the fall, I see my strength

Understanding what cost my breadth

Maybe I’ll find the road to love

Beyond the cold, beyond the scruff