As I stood in the darkness of the lost times
Chained and bound against the degradation of one's mind
Alone and afraid of the onslaught of men
Women pecking at the raw shell left of years past
Children cold and dreary as a distant winter's day
Reaching out for a hand that's never there
Like counting the leaf's of a tree on a snowy afternoon from your window
The pain of wanting yesterday
With the hope of tomorrow in sight
While still standing there awaiting the present