as cold as a river stone,
Seeing the world in shades of gray,
and somehow lost the way.
How many suns have you watched go down, and tears like rivers in which to drown,
And a heart as heavy as metal and gold,
Young eyes always wise and old.
Wondering when this journey finds a source, beyond sorrow or remorse,
And wondering if you ever had a chance,
or if you'd have learned to dance.
And you wonder if this weariness ends,
if you find where your life begins,
And if these fears will go away,
as you stear from this cliff, this abyss.
And in the end you wonder, can I make it,
can you find your way somehow,
Wondering if anyone can see you now,
because so alone you became.
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