Lyric 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