Sitting before the window, the rain beats downward. Twisting my view of the world outside. I see a sky of hues, a sun of radiance and a man of lost youth. Cloaked in black, 'cause that's all he has, He roams the streets -- searching. Not for a home, for his home is far from here. Searching for the life he once knew -- A life that was once kind to him. My heart grows cold as I perceive the lost knight's frown. A dark cloud looms over the dark man And stalks him like the drawn-out shadows of twilight, Drenching his chilled body with torrents of misery. Perhaps someday the cloud will lift, But what would be left of a man whose life Has drained from him below? His life -- nothing more than mere dreams Of friends and a future that will never arrive -- Seems to have missed its purpose somewhere along the way. He must endure the precarious path ahead, and face Onward, leaving the cries of agony behind. Perchance, there lies ahead a land of hope -- a land of life.
A tear crawls across the man's weather-beaten face, Rolls down my cheek, and disappears into the rain.
