Faint are the feelings of hope

For I have yet to muster the courage

To depart from this dungeon

The place where I have fed my fears

A light of hope beckons to my spirit

But fear blossoms, and it blooms

And when that season has come to an end

When it is frail and heavy

The light beckons once more

But my soul is in limbo as I searched for a hand

But no one seems to care

When our souls blow in the wind

And our memories fill the stars

For our dreams scatter the universe

And dust we’ve returned  

For second chances are a myth

All shall rest in the ***** of uncertainty

All but none

They that indulged in the affairs of wine and meat

And those that scraped and lived beneath

For the stars refuse to differentiate

Our achievements made minuscule

For it may seem that life and death are both unfair