Middle aged
Broken goods
Damaged on the inside

Chance has come
Chance has gone

Alone our lot shall be
Free to think
Free to be
Is what I tell myself

But what is life
Without touch
A lonely place to be

Midnight thoughts
Of past and future
Haunt the inner soul

Without you there are no boundaries
To keep my sanity

On Sunny days
And Cloudy nights
The tears roll down my cheeks

Silver trails
Of unforgotten thoughts
Like veins across my face

Memories leave scars
Of a distant past
One foot I place ahead

Each step filled with dread
You can never take my soul
Foward I strive ahead