As I walk down the aisle,
I ponder over things which got left,
It crushes the dreams and aspirations.
How the world ceased to be,
The way it ought to be.
As I walk down the aisle,
I ponder over things which got left.
Glitter, and sparks of things,
The feeling of accomplishment,
The drums and dance of victory. Huh,
How the world ceased to be,
The way it ought to be.
As I walk down the aisle,
I ponder over things which got left.
The friends and foe, all one,
Alone, alone walk in sun,
The promises. Now shoulder cold.
How the world ceased to be,
The way it ought to be.
As I walk down the aisle,
I ponder over things which got left.
