I lie awake for hours; clouded, the light within,
Waiting for the journey I am making to begin.
I don't deny the feelings, that are stealing through my heart;
Every lifes' ending needs to have a start..
 
I dread the rising of the sun, in shadows deep, abiding;
I fear my soul is on the run; in my darkest depths, I'm dying...
Why I've searched for Truth and Love, amid the drumming squall,
When in the end, it doesn't even matter much, to anyone at all...
 
And in the morning of my life, and in the evening of my day,
I will try to understand my fate, in every single way...
I wonder why I try so hard, wonder why I try at all,
When all I've ever found of Truth and Love, is another way to fall...
 
Autumn turns to winter, and winter's here to stay...
All my life I never really knew myself, untill this, my darkest day...
Of all the places I have seen, and of all the roads between,
Make me wonder why it is, I'm still searching for my dreams...
 
I've never blamed the rainbows, for bringing on the rain;
I've learned to hide the memories, that caused me so much pain...
The last whispered wish of age, is to live it all again,
As if to erase the past mistakes, and wash away the stain...
 
What mattered most of all to me, was that my life be free;
But its just another broken dream, piled on life's debris.
I'll weep no more for treasures, I've been searching for in vain;
The freedom I so eagerly saught, is gently falling with the rain...
 
Slowly drips the candle, sowing fear, enduring strife,
It's only when we grow old, we learn the meaning of our soul...

SCO
‎July ‎21, ‎2008