Never Was

There’s no blood, their never was. Nothing more but dust and more dust pores out of my soul. I fade away whit just a gust of wind. I’m nothing more then the shadow in the day and the whisper in the wind. You can’t see me, not well enough. You can’t hear me, hardly at all. So when I say I’m sorry do you hear me? When I beg for forgiveness do you see me? There’s no blood, their never was, and there never will be.