People strain to find affection
As they long to find direction
But living with a frightened soul
Makes it hard to make it whole
When old men find their life has gone
They look to where the sun has shone
Only to find a shadow's cast
Will they find where it was last
Trying not to dream your life away
And swinging all that was meant to sway
Loving only what is going to die
Making sure you get your time to cry
Straying from the crowded path
To get back the will to laugh
Stricken by the oldest fear
Losing all that you dear
Illusions keep your mind at peace
But when their cover it does cease
To shelter you from all your ghosts
And your guardians have left their post
You'll be on your final chance
For you to dance your final dance
Forgetting where you're going to be
Forgetting how to be free
But no story untold
Can ever be sold
It can never grow cold
But it can never unfold
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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