Bohemia Lost Poem by Arik Fletcher

There is no star to light your way,
No peace within your mind,
No comfort in the words you say,
When freedom's left behind.

There is no whisper in your ear,
No glint within your eye,
No spark to keep your friendships near,
When beauty is a lie.

There is no sun upon your skin,
No hope within your soul,
No release from your mortal sin,
When truth has lost control.

There is no touch upon your hand,
No love within your heart,
No warm embrace to help you stand,
When lovers drift apart.