The Loss

It's a lie that we once ventured towards a common way

For we met in darkness and light was to us but a gloomy day

 

Fear was a friend and fate had never yet been bent

Not known what was sent, nor the morals or where they've went

 

For I once said we can’t know

When shelters are but the winters and their snow

 

Nor that such days might come

When people know not where their from

 

When stars shall fall and a stranger in the midst of darkness will call

Towards those grieving, towards a lost soul

So he might tell of one who has truly lost all