Tattered and Torn Verse 1 As the old clock chimes its last few rings, The man sits alone and ponders many things. The fire dies down, only embers burn now, Like the love he gave—faded, not gone, but somehow... Verse 2 He knows regret like an old, bitter friend, And shame that won’t end, just bends and bends. Each mistake etched in the cracks of his face, A life lived in the shadow of a loveless grace. Verse 3 He’s walked every road with a limp and a lie, With a heart full of debts he can’t cash or deny. The ones he forgave? They don’t call anymore. Now silence is all he’s got left to endure. Chorus Oh, he’s tattered and torn, Like a flag in a storm, Every thread a lie, every seam a regret. He gave all he had, But they left him like trash— Now the weight of their footsteps is all that’s left. Verse 4 The ink on the page has all turned to grey, Just like the light at the end of the day. No hand on his shoulder, no word to be said, Just the cold, rising tide and the ghosts in his head. He’ll close up the book and he’ll lean on his cane, A shadow that’s finally part of the rain. Outro Tattered and torn... Just a flag in the storm... Let the waves take the rest... Let the waves take the rest.
