The Lost
 
 
Waiting in twilight, waiting forever,
 
sorrow of the weeping willows,
 
trail of anguish, on my pillow.
 
 
Once in summer, once in youth,
 
promise of a brilliant light,
 
now forlorn in endless night.
 
 
Time forgotten, time abandoned,
 
years have passed without a meaning,
 
if I wake...I would be screaming.