The Soul Of Dade

I awake just to hear your dreadful voice

And as you grimly speak I become lost

For I fear the method of our choice

Your life languished in pain is my cost

But I did hope a truce could be found

And that we would no longer need a sign

Our restless spirit could finally abound

And in that day a light would truly shine

But no, I stand and you pull me down

I walk and you draw me into a crawl

And in pity we find the time to drown

You carve these words upon our wailing wall

I do not believe a truce can be found

And I forsake all of your spiritual signs

For my restless spirit will have its crown

And in that day the darkness will be mine

Your reflection is a constant reminder 

That I cannot escape the finality of me

I am the firm rebuke, I am the finder

And of our voices, I am the last decree