An Old Soul Lives On

Could you whisper
They are trying to sleep
How do I feel?
To be honest, quite weak
My inner demons
Want to play
When all I want
Is a peaceful wake

It isn't over
It isn't done
Time for you
To meet each one

A frail hand reaches
Built of ash
Scorched by disgrace
Of a former past
So tough and dry
She still shakes
Her true desires
Won't be saved

It isn't over
It isn't done
Time to meet
Another one

A tear runs dry
But it's not the last
This man is broken
Ashamed of his past
His eyes devour
The metal remains
The civilian's blood
A permanent stain

It isn't over
It isn't done
The next mortal
Is soon to come

He says a prayer
Clasps his hands
Asks the guard
To loosen his bands
A dishonest man
Sits in the chair
Strangers look on
To an innocence death

It isn't over
It isn't done
Here it is
The final one

Her hands are clean
Free of regrets
Her life is simple
But people forget
This is what happens
When the soul is new
Unfortunately for her
This isn't true

It's never over
It's never done
We can only wait
For the next to come