A lost soul that wonders a plain,
Searching for purpose, for something to gain.
How odd it is that no one is here,
When I hear voices from within.
Is someone there, you bravely asked,
Yet no one dares to answer that.
Am I alone?, you keep thinking
Or am I just simply dreaming?
Being lost is a tragedy,
Yet you don’t feel no agony
It seems the pain is gone,
and some things are just done.
A lost soul who keeps finding his way,
Still asking, and taking the same way.
He may wander their for eternity,
But it is for him to bear.