I must have slipped away for days,
It's hard to tell when the mist and the haze,
Tangle in the lashes of my still unweeping eyes,
Though sorrow's saturation I have yet disguised.
The failing windows fall to less than clear,
And a slating shield replaces glints of fear.
I've grown weary as this path displays no end,
And though I race, I know I will not win.
I could never win . . .

And I hear I'm lost but I will not be found,
For all that dies inside I can't abide the sounds,
The screaming still that follows me to sleep,
The eyes of fear that stare me down in dreams.
The haunting cry from a hallway of our past,
I never could have saved you, and you never would have asked.
I wish I could have saved you . . .

I know now, as I fall beyond the days,
There is nothing left to live for, but I'll live anyway.
For in some moments, I recall the smiles we braved,
And how our hearts could love, in spite of all we faced.
So now I gather tears, but keep them safe inside,
For I'm still too much afraid, in these the lonely times.