Waning Conviction

We built our well in the clearing

To nourish ourselves off creation

The well always runs dry

Way back I sought release

From the clutches of a false persona

Clawing me from the inside

Distorting my very essence

Now there's dirt behind my nails and I don't know whose blood I carry

Red rain that dyes the earth dilutes our reservoir

The well always runs dry

Way back I remember a time

When the well would ease the pain

And cradle me through the storm

It's all intangible now

I buried you beside my convictions, my persona and I

Weeped beside the tomb

Drowning in mist and the folly of what we become

Way back I drowned in mist

It's killing me 'cause

Way back I craved the light

It's killing me 'cause

Way back I held your fears

It's killing me 'cause

Way back I felt the love and I don't know myself without it

The well always runs dry