A misty night, a cold cold room
Within these four corners I  hum
The memories of bright old days
Yet there's no horizon to gaze

Along the path of the rocky past
Stumbled upon the stone you cast
I held it close into my heart
Cherished it like a complex art

In my return to go forward,
I stopped again after a yard
Quickly knelt down and cried so long
Asked my aching heart what went wrong