The clock ticks slowly, each second a weight,

Another reminder of a cruel twist of fate.

Shadows are longer, the daylight grows thin,

A hollow echo where laughter has been.

The world moves around, but I'm stuck in the gray,

Longing for colors that have faded away.

Heavy Aching Pains Press.., Yes.

A sorrowful echo the silence possesses.

The weight of the world on my shoulders does lie.

Beneath the cold gaze of a desolate sky.

I trace faded pictures, a ghost of a smile,

Lost in the memories for a long, weary while.

The dreams that we nurtured have withered and died,

Leaving a void that I cannot hide.

Each breath is a struggle, a burden to bear,

Lost in this landscape of silent despair.

Heavy Aching Pains Press.., Yes.

A sorrowful echo the silence possesses.

The weight of the world on my shoulders does lie.

Beneath the cold gaze of a desolate sky.

No comfort I find in the passing of days,

Just a deepening sorrow in countless of ways.

The hope that once flickered has finally ceased,

Leaving behind only a troubled peace.

Heavy Aching Pains Press.., Yes.

A sorrowful echo the silence possesses.

The weight of the world on my shoulders does lie.

Beneath the cold gaze of a desolate sky