gravemiles

Have you ever seen a man crumble,
his heart filled with despair?
Have you seen him stumble
and fall into a lonely grave?
You would remember his eyes,
empty, no rebellion, no rage,
only a hollow reminder
of one who walked among men.
He once was, as I said, a man,
and he was, most certainly,
of them all, not the last,
but maybe he was still
when all the others laughed,

and he was left aside
in the choir of love, perhaps,
and so he grew different
and chose a different path.
There are some strange ways
that take all the strange hearts,
some of them to decay,
some of them to, who knows what,
one of those was our friend,
he should for no long last.
If you want to meet him
remember; Il n'est q'un histoire,
and he want, however,
for no longer talk.