My cynical persona had shown,
Into the black oblivion it blown,
I looked up the golden light,
I found nothing in my plight

I have waited ‘till morn,
I watched the sun be born,
I prayed for it to come back,
I know faith is what I lack

I walked the windy road,
In a slump as if I carry load,
On a dune I sat,
I welcomed it with a pat

I sat wistfully,
Remembering the day vividly,
I found not my cynicism,
Conviction is my fanaticism.