Rusty pendulum

Did you ever contemplate you'd be here to tell the tale

How you built your bridges back without a hammer or nails

But when you returned, was there anything left to find

Did it peel another layer from your trust in mankind

A rusty pendulum between pride and remorse

You win the struggle but you always lose the war

The public spotlight can be quite frightening

Always keep the dark so close it will remain enlightening

Now you sit here with a candle in the massive black

With two empty hands, all blistered but intact