Here you are, defeated soul,
You find yourself alone ashore
How is it now, with no control?
Don't worry, here - whisky galore.
Your fingers tracing on the wrecks
Of once your prestigious ship
Pick up the other broken objects
I know its hard, too weak your grip.
Where was I, cruel, neglected shadow
To help unwind this horrid fate....
I would say which remains to hallow,
So you'd have little less of weight.
But you my darling, chose your way
And not even the stormy waters
Could keep you near for one more day,
Not even for your broken daughters.
I tried to warn you from afar
I scream so loud your body trembled
But you had said your Au revoire
And I was left to reassemble
The dreams, the wishes, all submerged
The tears, the fears and your pure light.
What easy way out for the cursed?
What other war was there to fight?
