Ever searching for the lost light
a woundedsoul peers into the night
once again like many times
Wounded, battered, broken, torn
A tear stained face stares out forlorn
into the bleakness
Anger, pain. sorrow, distrust
The soul clasps it's hand to it's bust
and blinks away a tear
The days of past seem far awaywhen
the pain that exsists now today
did not exsist
Memories are all that remain it seems
could it all really have been just dreams?
when there was still light?
