
I walk these halls now by myself
The smoke has settled with the sun
But a lantern flickers on the shelf
I cannot speak for my own health
I couldn’t see, I didn’t run
I walk these halls now by myself.
Brave men have come into my cell
But they couldn’t hear me come undone
And a lantern flickers on the shelf
I feel the house is cold, myself
Although the flames have overrun
I walk these halls now by myself
In the end none of my wealth
Could spare a thing once fate had spun
Though a lantern flickers on the shelf
Each day I grow more blind and deaf
My ashen body in the sun
I cannot stay here by myself
I miss the lantern on the shelf
About the Creator
Thomas Speer
I'm a God-fearing tumbleweed of a man, a gentle husband, loving foster parent, screwed up past and amazingly ordained future serving the Lord and expressing his revelation in my writing. Don't expect the dry and sanctimonious, though.
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