When Gone Is The Glory...

When gone is the glory, when gone is the flame,
When gone is the name and you're left with yourself...

You look in the mirror, to search your face,
To remember who you are, who you ever were...

When gone is the glory, when gone is the shine,
Be gone the whole of your future and pride...

You look all around in search for a friend,
That no longer stands till the bitter end...

When gone is the glory, when gone is the sun,
When gone is the game, then what have you won?

Heartache and pain, of what could have been,
Only you know the truth, of what is within...

When gone is the praise, when gone is the fun,
Be gone the worth of what you've become...

When I am alone at the end of this story,
How does it feel when gone is the glory?