Song of Sorrow

Shadows cast their silhouettes across my darkened room,
To leave me in the gloom, to ponder the unknown,
To wander through the ruins of my memories,
My hazy retrospective on the things, I should have done,
To right all of my wrongs, the love I could have won,
To free me from the dark muse that keeps following me.

Reflecting on my sorrow, I feel tears well up again,
Catch that melancholy train to take me far away,
From the pain that feeling sorry for myself brings,
I listen to a sad song and I hang my head in shame,
I can't proportion blame, treating love as a game,
I fooled around and ended up with nothing.

The carpet I have trodden has worn thin and gone threadbare,
There is no warmth there, no comfort anymore,
My feet are cold and I grow tired and weary,
My spirit still is restless giving me the urge to fly,
To soar through stormy skies, try to reach the other side,
Where I may find the things so dear to me.

And maybe some day you will find me on my bended knees,
Asking you to forgive me and end my misery,
Or maybe I'll just carry on my foolish pride,
Sinking ever deeper in the quagmire I have made,
Plodding on toward the grave, to leave myself enslaved,
Mastered by the deep remorse that I can't hide.

So sing a song of sorrow while I gather up my thoughts,
And count on what I've got, even though that's not a lot,
But maybe I can find the missing jigsaw piece,
To build a better picture up of where it all went wrong,
Should have known all along, the damage that I've done,
I guess it is too late for you to come back to me.