~Cost Of Rags~

Slowly falling...
And I'm alone.
Freefalling...
Brought down by your stone.
I'm fearfull about the landing,
I expect nothing less.
Tears on my face,
Turn to my knees,
Crying in Solace.

It's gone!
No matter what I do,
I can't fix me!
No matter what I do,
These chains... They stil bind me.
I'm caught in the middle of paying so much,
Yet receiving so little.
I can hardly remember me,
Traces of what I could be.

Break me, Burn me.
Build me, Mould me.
Father just hold me.

I'm at peace with you...
I'm at peace.

(Father this poem was yours before I even started)