Honour

To whom shall I complain?
Eyes wet and chest full of pain
Memories disappears, as ink under rain
Leaving my soul, leaving my brain

To whom shall I write again?
Friends are gone and words are vain
Prisoner of my past, inside a train
Loosing my faith, no dreams remain

How much can I resist, How long can I sustain?
Which odds are mine, and which shall I restrain?
Lost inside a painting, so pure and ingrain
My life has gone down the drain

Hands blue, decorated by a frozen chain
Increasing what my heart contain

Shadows of loneliness, and waves of pain
When treachery wins and honour get stain

Stockholm 2007-10-27 © Copyright by Henrik Halmstrand