for everyone is doing well old friend..
and look at you...
you have no story to tell..
no songs to be written...no pages to be filled
all around you...people are moving...you see them dreaming and then living them through...
you were a dreamer too...you had a thought...a goal...
so as the years passed by...the dreams grew dim...and others shone...
so bright so sharp...that those dreams grew dim
and the candle that you held...danced one last time
you never moved...you never made a sound..
and so...quietly into the night...a shadow was formed...
and it's growing...ever growing...
for the light has moved...further...
you still have a chance...rush into the light
or soon...the shadows too will leave you alone...
