The End Of My Life
You shine like the blinding sun
With your sorrows hidden away
And a face without a heart gazes
Upon the portrait that reflects
Your sin and shame
Where have your thoughts gone off?
As a sinless and shameless face
Walks among the living unchanged
And yet your gaze lies distant
And you wish you had never lost your soul
To a portrait of sorrow
But where does a troubled mind go?
