The Dying Embers of Life
As I'm gazing out across the empty shoreline
There are many questions running through my mind
As the waves caress the rocks upon my island
I count the days until I feel them on my skin
Have I become the very one
The very man I hoped I'd never have to meet?
Look at me now, I'm here somehow
And I'm surrounded by the weeping of the sea
This cage that I call my home
Never ceases to oppress my sorry soul
The dying embers of life in me are gone
As I lay here, growing older
As the night begins to fall and day is fading
Tormented by the flickering of city lights
But when I lay my mind to rest, I dream of freedom
I hope I never have to open up my eyes
The damage done, all hope is gone
This place was built for people never to escape
Beyond these walls lies everything
I ever wanted, but for now I'll have to wait
This cage that I call my home
Never ceases to oppress my sorry soul
The dying embers of life in me are gone
As I lay here, growing older
Whoa, whoa-oh
Whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh
Whoa, whoa-oh
Whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh
This cage that I call my home
Never ceases to oppress my sorry soul
The dying embers of life in me are gone
As I lay here, growing older
There are many questions running through my mind
As the waves caress the rocks upon my island
I count the days until I feel them on my skin
Have I become the very one
The very man I hoped I'd never have to meet?
Look at me now, I'm here somehow
And I'm surrounded by the weeping of the sea
This cage that I call my home
Never ceases to oppress my sorry soul
The dying embers of life in me are gone
As I lay here, growing older
As the night begins to fall and day is fading
Tormented by the flickering of city lights
But when I lay my mind to rest, I dream of freedom
I hope I never have to open up my eyes
The damage done, all hope is gone
This place was built for people never to escape
Beyond these walls lies everything
I ever wanted, but for now I'll have to wait
This cage that I call my home
Never ceases to oppress my sorry soul
The dying embers of life in me are gone
As I lay here, growing older
Whoa, whoa-oh
Whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh
Whoa, whoa-oh
Whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh
This cage that I call my home
Never ceases to oppress my sorry soul
The dying embers of life in me are gone
As I lay here, growing older
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Writer(s): George Harris
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