Forlorn-Maiden

I cannot bear looking at this anymore This empty soul that sits by the door Waiting for a miracle, he begs and he prays His minds still caught in the once whole days I'm seeing this picture; it's a thorn in my mind He's not given up, but I know what he'll find An empty shadow, a misery that'll bind his heart He's still sitting by the door, falling apart I watch as he folds his hands together And cries to God that he'll change forever He's covered in glossy tears Tortured by the reality of his fears Can you not feel his begging cries? Can you not see as he punches the wall and retries? His heart is bound by your sown in promises