As I wander through the empty avenues,
Searching always searching,
I wonder which will lead me to the new beginning,
Or perhaps to the end of my emptiness
Everything appears so hollow,
As if the color of life has been hidden from my view,
Or stolen from my grasp,
The distance grows farther
Each day passes and the next begins,
And still no directions,
Which way to walk, to run,
My mind, my eyes cannot show me
Darkened windows and closed doors,
Shield the lives within,
Deny me a glimpse,
Who is right, What is wrong
And as the mornings break,
The sun shines colder,
My mind shakes and shivers,
Reaching to the embers that smolder inside,
For a bit of warmth
Hope and despair,
Hang in the balance,
The scales slightly tipping,
Yet all remains the same
Time is the healer,
Or so I had hoped,
But the streets are timeless,
And the road is ever longer
Give up I cannot, Hold on I must,
But my heart grows weary of wandering,
Give me back my sight,
So that I may feel the beauty again
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