perhaps_a_stain dafremen r.dafremen I have left I have gone Here for a long time now I have dwelt 'mong these dark rows of strangers I have lost my soul for sure. I am here but I have passed and for a long time now I've lost my light as I blazed 'cross the ages Only cinders of me now, oh Lord. That which is empty can't be drained What is spilled is likely lost That which remains? Perhaps a stain, but maybe not. I have tried and I was wrong there for a long time now Aghast and dazed 'mong these dead waves of strangers I have lost my soul for sure, Lord. For sure. 141021 what's it to you? who go blather from