What has become of the ones that I knew, before the world was upon me
Why have I traveled so far to forget, true feelings of love and sympathy
Great walls of stone and pillars of steel, encase the lost soul that beckons me
Will I ever return to the time that was free, in my world it has yet to be seen
Old friends grow older as their images fade, and the matter of time now confronts me; what is the cost of trial and error? How high is the price I have paid? Tell me the worth of money and glamour, what is the price of fame.
Closer to love than I’ve ever been, so hard for the spirit t be free
Allowing soul masons to build up the walls, so protected from those who would harm me (all those around me)
As I run from the comfort into the cold, the wind burns my face as I ride
No looking back to see the damage that’s done
Just the souls that were attained by the blood of fools’ pride
(stream) circa mid-1990s