A lonely person hides to cry
An ancient person wants to die;
Within the shadows of the mind
A thought unused is left behind.
We walk the path that goes nowhere
Where silence is the friend we share;
Where friendship lives in solitude
And loneliness is thought imbued.
A single candle shares its light
With stars that pierce the shades of night;
We wait alone till we are gone
While fleeting years still hurry on.
We keep the rhythm, read the rhyme
We lose the step and pass the time;
We move with fate to reach the end
And still we never comprehend.
We lost the dream, we lost the light
We spend our years tossed in fright;
Till wisdom found how great the cost
With nothing gained when all was lost