And so we carry on,
living life, moving on and on.
and amongst those people there is one man;
there is something different about this man.
he walks, alone, under a constant cloud.
a cloud that casts a shadow on him.
he roams, aimlessly;
he roams alone, and hurt.
alone he walks,
happiness constantly trying to fight its way out;
but doomed is he;
doomed to roam under this cloud.
and despite all this, he roams;
despite all this he moves on.
few have seen his eyes,
but those who have, have seen it
the glimmer that remains,
his final shred of hope
fueled by what he once had,
fueled by the light he once saw.
yearning, fighting to see that light again.
maybe one day he will be able to pick his head up,
maybe one day he will see the light and feel its warmth again!
