He reaches for the door
Catches himself in a flood of his own tears
This time that stands before him
Should not have come for years
A shell that lays before him
Hand in hand on his own chest
Silhouette of a long lost face
Catches his every breath

Forced by pride and loyalty
Hands up to God

Cold room quietly calls him
Facing all that is hopeless
Reflection of a friends lost dreams
Leaves him in emptiness
His voice still is silent
Staring at a stolen time
Respect has been shown to a man
Who's faith has been left behind