Coming back

If the trumpets claim my victory
why do I feel like I've lost it all?
If I knew better
that blue shadow
staring at me
at the door...
Dead has danced around me
it has feasted with all my friends
I find it hard to stay focused
on the thought "it'll all be okay"
If I could tell
all the truth
If all them knew
oh If they find out!
I can feel your effective guilt trips
climbing from my veins to my mouth.
If I feel your arms around me
why do I still feel lonely?
Why are the trumpets
playing non-stopping
that same tune once
represented love?
Like the beats of expiration
I'll recite my vows to you
and I'll face the crowd, oblivious
of what they really meant to you.
If they believe in me a hero
I will not deny the laurel crown
but do not forget for your own sake
the truth is still alive,
it breathes,
it has a name,
it is jealous,
it demands.
And you know sooner than later
I am coming back.