Facing Back to The Past

I walk the streets of a town so familiar
With it's cob-webbed corners and clogged up drains.
The stench in the air is far too comforting for this place to be nothing.

The faces I see smile back at me,
and the backs of familiar voices stare at me.

I stumble along the pavement of Serenity
As my feeble legs carry this lump of cold wax, bare.
A heavy cloud of desperation hovers over the crowds below, threatening to blow.

The faces I see smile back at me,
and the backs of familiar voices stare at me.

The cries I hear echo an unchained melody,
But as for the tears I see, they match my hearts futility.
The cold breeze warms my frozen gaze as I stare at this place.

The faces I see smile back at me,
and the backs of familiar voices stare at me.

Taken to the days of my shame
I feel the need to return home again.
The prodical son has arrived to the feast that awaits

where...

The faces I see smile back at me,
and my back now views shameful memories.