Bottom reached for reaching hands
Where samaritans have resigned
Somewhere along the way
We've lost both substance and shape
Misspent days and long gone names
Drowning in a sea of shame
Drenched by our own disdain
Bottom reached for reaching hands
When samaritans have failed
Without guidance, without faith
There are hollow wraiths that roam the streets
Day by day
Reckless schemes