Alone
I walk these empty
streets again
Stained with this
hurt:
This hurt of neglect
That seeps through
inside;
The pain that
tarnishes this road
Of happiness and gold.
Now time has passed
And the people I was
once with
Are lost in my heart.
The wanderer
My body is young, but
my mind is old
Older than the
flowering birch.
And in this forgotten
youth
I still search far
and wide
To find the place
that once was lost:
Lost in fear and dread,
The place of secrets forever
untold
And magic that hides
at will.
When my search has ended, I will be lost in
that world
And forgotten because
of this.
Lost for all eternity
And will ever be.
When
When your love dies,
When my life falls,
When the world gives
up,
I do not cry.
I do not scream.
Instead I stay where
I am
Alone and unforgiven
And watch as the
world falls apart
Underneath my feet
whilst I stand
unfaltering
Staring into the deep.
