The wind is blowing softly...silently...slow,
The clouds are floating above the earth, looking down below...

Beyond the stars...behind the moon...throughout the blackest hole,
Between the cracks...under the dust...inside the empty soul...

The blessing of life in a man made hell, wandering the streets of rot,
Walking through the atmosphere of hatred without a plot...

A shadow in the distance of your own imagination shows you where to go,
Tired of traveling...looking for answers...always needing to know...

Walking toward the frozen, empty piece of heart,
The answer was never there...It is not the place to start...