Somehow...

Grey visions of today
Every sight I see the same
I can not break free
I think I'm gone
As though I never wake
Always drawn into descent
And my hope decays, just out of reach

Cursed through life and condemned to misery
To be left with nothing

If only for a moment, a way out
To see the faintest glimmer amongst the dark
To mend the broken dawn, so bleak
Somehow, I think I'm gone

But like ashes to the wind I will fade
Namless and Forgotten
The thorn upon the withered rose
Somehow, I always knew