Retrospect

In cover of a dazzling fullmoon

I pace in the hall rendered harmless

By the memory of what I used to be

Night's soon over I dread another sunrise

The pain of knowing I might have changed the world

I couldn't pass with a compromise

But the healing hand belongs to the living

And I am no longer the world will go on without me

I'm no longer

When I leave I'll feel a soft asuagement

And with minimal manliness

I'll bow to hail the light

When night's over

I'll sink into oblivion

But still I will remember

I could have changed the world

I couldn't pass with a compromise

'Cause the healing hand belongs to the living

And I am no longer the world

Is the same without me I'm no longer