Impaired. He cannot cry.
Sidewalker These words thus flow
For my feet no longer know
Where they need to go
Though my eyes are dry
But my heart needs must cry
I rode a steed named Adrenaline
I swung a sword named Morphine
My shadow to my left
An Angel to my right
Her name is Nadiah
It is a whisper in my ears
When I close my eyes
It is my prayer
Her radiant smile
Noble light
Sweet delight
Our affections shared
For five and thirty nights
She was of the moon's crescent
I seek a cross to ascent
Lovers we were
Lovers nevermore
I rode on, a ghost
My Angel, my heart bereft
My prayer, lost
I still smile
It is my strength
To outlast
This long and bitter mile
Farewell my lover
At journey's end
Will I see you there
My friend?
