Tempestas Animae from Requiem Aeternam by 9fingers

The stained glass saints, they watch me bleed,
Their accusing eyes, they cannot see.
The cracks that spider through my soul,
The weight of years, a heavy toll.

I built my faith on shifting sand,
A fragile hope, a trembling hand.
The storms they came, the winds they blew,
And washed away the things I knew.

The hymns I sang, they taste like ash,
The prayers I spoke, a hollow clash.
Against the silence of the void,
Where once a voice, a promise buoyed.

I built my faith on shifting sand,
A fragile hope, a trembling hand.
The storms they came, the winds they blew,
And washed away the things I knew.

No lightning strike, no sudden fall,
Just slow erosion, taking it all.
The certainty, the guiding light,
Leaving me lost in endless night.

And now I stand, beneath the sky,
No answers found, no reason why.
But in the silence, I begin to see,
A different path, a different me.

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