The morning chill is to the point, it feels like grieving
Rain or drizzle, with the cold is penetrating my being
All my memories, the loved gone, all sacred shadows
A day with no light, only mist, cloud, I feel so hollow
My ghosts try to speak but cannot be heard, only seen
I'm screaming soundlessly, begging to just dream
I shiver in the chill of mourning, then black out
We should have rules but can't see what's it about
Given a birth, suffer, find little joy, and lose it?
What's our purpose and how have we failed
Or have we somehow won, and missed it
Maybe spoken in a unknown language
Born in a new age, a new ideal
Or lost in the chaos
I don't know
