No One Will Hear

In a small rundown shack
Just outside of some town
Little nowhere type place
Where no one would be bound
He sits shaking a fist
In the dark of the night
At all of the things that
Went wrong with his life

And the dreams he perceives
Time has stolen away
From a youth unaware
They could not be replaced

And he curses the child
That he once had been
As he pulls at his hair
And he picks at his skin

As he tries to erase
What’s become of his face

His anger turns into fear

That no one will hear


How the minutes pass by
As they turn into years
The days become numbered
As well as the tears, and
The heart that was hardened
Immune to the pain
Grows soft with each chorus
Every passing refrain

He dials all the numbers
He strains to recall
To beg for forgiveness
On debts in default

For the times he was gone
And for all of his flaws
The times he was wrong
And the pain he has caused

For all his obsessions
And every transgression

To everyone he once held dear

Still no one will hear


All the bridges he’d burned
Such a long time ago
Couldn’t hope to re-span
What continued to grow
The chasms had widened
And deepened as well
He would die all alone
In his personal hell


He saw demons released
Gathering at his feet
And they waited with glee
For his soul to be free

They fought one another
To be next in line, for
A taste of his spirit
On which they would dine

And the last thing revealed
With his final appeal

As the angels began to draw near

Someone always hears