The Pain Sentinel

All I was then
Was a pouring rain
All I am now
Is a dirty stain
The light traces
Of your last steps
Have blinded my
Poor soaring eyes

All I was then
Was a raging fire
All I am now
Is a smoking pyre
The far traces
Of your last steps
Have guided my
Straight winding path

If I cried now
Would you come by
And take me back to
My own true life
But I need your pain
To see me through
If I cried now
Would you let me go

All I was then
Was a vivid light
All I am now
Is a hopeless fight
The deep traces
Of your last steps
Have imprisoned my
Frantic troubled mind

If I cried now
Would you come by
And take me back to
My own true life
But I need your pain
To see me through
If I cried now
Would you let me go