Rusty nails dance on my ceiling
The flame of my willís candle brings day
The sighs of apathyís frustration bring night.
The wooden floor cries , my walls ran dead.
This is my fallen empire, I live among ruins.
Wisdom canít be enjoyed.
Came to know each moment and each thing
are more precious because they have an end
Sometime too late.
After hope thereís nothing left to lose.