Alone I wander down a dreary road,
with no dreams for I to call my own.
I wonder who suffers with what I bestowed;
but I, a single soul alone.
Seeking the truth of a past long forgotten;
a truth broken for many years.
Now my essence soon to rotten,
as I surrounded by many fears.
The question burns through my mind;
do I now dare to ask?
My true love I left behind,
only to cower behind my mask.
Watching her face as time takes her away;
I'm afraid; I bowed my head in shame.
With emptiness in heart, growing night and day;
I seek to find her longing name.
I cover the truth with many lies;
hiding the sorrow till I die.
Will I still remember myself to rise?
Still I'm stuck with the question, “Who am I?”