The Game

To whom it may concern,

I’ve watched these candles burn.

I’ve taken my own life and turned it around.

So what is wrong and what is right?

I’m afraid I’m losing sight.

So now I think this all might take me down.

What happened to fear?

What happened to conscience?

What happened to purity?

I’m sure it’s me who’s lost.

When is it the same?

Who is there to blame?

We’re losing time

So where’s the line that’s being crossed?

So I’m sure it’s hard to see.

But it’s like the air we breathe,

It’s something that we need

So fill your lungs.

I’m living day by day

without turning away.

And I’ve had so much to say

But I bit my tongue.

So what happened to fear?

What happened to conscience?

What happened to purity?

I’m sure it’s me who’s lost.

When is it the same?

Who is there to blame?

We’re losing time

So where is the line that’s being crossed?