Ancient walls crumble over time

I use to be the master of control. If the entire world was falling apart, simply turn to the White Knight he can take it. For years it was true; but now it feels as though everything is slipping, my grip is weakening, my spirit cannot take much more.

Life feels like a nightmare that never seems to end. My place in the universe has been dissolved and everything I have come to follow is being washed away.
I have braced the pressures of a thousand on the shoulders of one. Kept my emotions locked away to better help everyone, now it feels as though there is nobody to lean on --- All my friends have told me they are there for me but it doesn't feel real.

Somewhere it all went wrong, I just don't know where. Perhaps life is as I have seen it become, nothing more then smoke and mirrors.

White Knight,