1/28/2002 - Robert

I have lost everything…

The stars have faded from the sky

The fire has left your eyes long ago

There’s nothing left to do…

So I exit stage left, never to be heard from again.

I wander the rain-soaked streets,

The cold winter night chills me to the soul,

Soaked hair, visible breaths of empty steam

This façade, this front is washing away.

There’s nothing left of me,

No hope, no bright future, nothing.

You are gone, so the journey ends,