what have you become .....

here you are
standing soaked in the rain
trying to preserve your soul
not realising its already been flooded
flooded with empty promises, dreams
that once sparked a revolution
between the heart and the soul
none emerging the winner.
you look away to the horizon
tell me what you see.
do you see the winning soldier
at the end of the day retreating into the sky
or a dying warrior flung across the horse
coming back to his grave betrayed by his own men.
been so long ago since you stopped
seeing these images, hearing those sounds
somebody has put a blanket on your heart
and thus the fire no longer burns.
you carry through the day
listless dreamless thoughtless blind
not seeing the doors lying in the shadows
doors, waiting for someone to open them
longing for that one touch on the knob.
but no. you cant see them
somebody has put a blanket on your heart...