Wastelands

Was this always meant to fall apart or stand the testing of time?
 How much were we meant to bend before the break and die?
 Days would pass on like a dream and months would follow suite
 Years that rot and fade away so worn like the passing of youth

 We are the lost, we are the lone
 These waste lands we call home
 The endless night to endless days
 The silent cry a heart betrays!

 Many will take up the fight, the strong and the weak alike
 For some the journey kills the will, and others don't last the night
 This pain we self inflict for what would be the greater god
 Si my vanity all this serves, and end, perhaps it should

 Vanity's all this serves for me
 Bend and break but never broken clean
 For this love is it worth it to suffer
 For what is it worth in the end?

 For love there is always suffering
 And not my place to say when it all ends
 I never imagine the tolls this would take on me
 Has it made me stronger or brought me closer to the edge

 Take it day by day, live it up for now or throw it all away
 Don't look back or see what's left in the wake
 All this seems like passing dreams
 The brightest day, the silent scream that never fade at the break of the day