See what has become of me?
My soul is homeless; a drifter.
My body is grounded.
My head and heart struggle to fill the void of a lost spirit.
See what has become of me?
I have no roots.
My heart once passionate is now a pit of lonely ashes.
I am emotionless; a drifter searching for who i once was.
I have died the most painful death.
I am a body without a soul.
See what has become of me?
I am a drifter, with no where to call home
If I leave I go alone good thing I am numb.
See what has become of me?
My body lives on with my face to the heavens.
I am forever searching.