Waning Conviction

We built our well in the clearing To nourish ourselves off creation 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 cary 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 cuz Way back I craved the light It's killing me cuz Way back I held your fears It's killing me cuz Way back I felt the love And I don't know myself without it The well always runs dry