Somewhere in the eternal an angel silently shrieks

There in the infinite loss of which we seldom speak

The horror of it all is probably worse than thought

When we’ve forgotten what really should be sought

I’ll hold you close in hope that I might protect you

Though the results of my intentions rarely ever do

I would give my life for one more moment’s breath

Giving my all if it might somehow stave off your death

I sit here staring at the walls that I have somehow built

There in the middle of all the dreams that I’ve kilt

I think and therefore I am I quietly cry to myself

While reaching for lost answers up on that shelf

But the written page cannot read me a better soul

Mine is the lot of a simple man consigned to his role