The television screen is black
all the colours have disappeared
I can see myself just sitting here
still lost amid past years
for nothing fulfilled nothing gained
knowing that everything is one day lost
having seen a light on the road born of darkness
I still wonder of who cries the most?
for so many sins I seem to foul of
while searching for the man I'm to be
till who I once was is lost in the quagmire
and the reflection is no longer of me
so the reflection I see is only a reflection
it speaks nothing of the man here inside
…he is still lost while out somewhere hiding
…since he found out the true love can lie.
