Hopeless Beautiful

And when I look upon the face of sorrow...
When I taste the lips of despair...
The reign of tears burns the dream fields to shadow...
Upon my face...all their ashes I wear...

Only memory can serve the shadow soul...
The ego that fell far too low...
All weary look out upon waters...
Down the rivers of woe...we all flow...

When we look upon faces of the hopeless...
When their Eyes are empty of care...
The reign of fire burns to stubble the remnant...
Of a beautiful that's no longer there.

And I sift through all ancient...mine memories...
Those pictures that bind my tired mind...
Wrapped in childhood wake side dreamscapes...
Hopes burned by the flames of...time.