Keep Moving

I had lost my way, the glow of the bombs my only guide;
It's always darkest before the dawn.
What fight had I left, with no one left on my side?

I have slipped and fallen; no hand to catch me,
I was infallible before them.
The Path of Truth lost so I could not see.

Through my torn military jacket I felt it slip.
Do they even know me?
Her picture fell from the broken locket clip.

In the worst darkness, I have fallen.
My prophets lost to me, their advice; deaf to me.
Who, then, shall rescue me from the flames?

Only myself now. Only myself.