Here I am again.
Walking this path again...

I am not your beginning.
Yet I am your end...

In the Beginning.
Never knowing why...

For every moments past.
We gaze upon our lives...

The sky is gray again.
The wind makes me wonder what's wrong...

Colors Fade to grays.
Sounds are muffled...

Children of this generation are screaming out.
All with one united voice forming a single shout...

No one ever understood the way you could.
But that meant nothing to me and neither did you...

Dirty encrusted fingernails..
Look at my life and tell me hope prevails...

I wait for an answer I'll never get...
Pure silence is what I get instead...

The moon shows me the path.
The sound of muzzled breath catches me...

The wind blew...
You caught my attention...