You let them bring you down    and scoff at your beliefs.    With blood on their   hands.    YOU'VE BECOME ONE OF THE HERD.    ONE OF THE FLOCK.    ONE OF THE MANY.      In a sea of troubles you should've been a light house in the dark.    But   you've turned your BACK.    You turned your back on yourself and all you used to   be. The worst part is that now you think that you are free.    Free from   remorse.    Free from the guilt.    Free from the truths on which your   foundations were built.    You've been conquered and defeated.    You're old   beliefs have been depleted.    There's nothing left but your memory.    Your life   set sail and got lost at sea.    The waves must have taken you.    But i still   wait for you at port.