Perhaps somewhere in the darkness of night,
Maybe among the radiant beams of light.
I search, fire in eyes, for that part of my soul.
The part that was lost in pursuit of this goal.

I walk from home to home, shelter to shelter
Searching for the warmth that I now miss.
But like a perennially unfulfilled traveler
This water doesn't quench my thirst, my soul.

In these dark routes joining my moments,
I look backward, and into the future.
But for as far as my eyes can go, can see
There is the fallout of what I've come to be.