I’ve spent my life burning bridges
Standing idly in fear while new ones are made
I’ve spent my time watching people burn
Wishing that my match wasn’t ignited in flame
I’ve developed a hate that festers and grows
While people around me are learning to love
I’ve evolved into horns and lost all my faith
That I hold the rains and have never let go
So now when I walk while I stumble and trip
And faces of old are disguised in new looks
I look for my box and I find that its empty…