The shadows lengthen as the day grows old,
The sun begins to fade,
Everything I once loved has since walked away.
The moon rises with steady rhythm,
Beating with the night.
Why did you leave me all alone with this life?
The wind ceases to breathe,
But still it is so cold.
And isn't it always without a love to hold.

By Siobhan
Date: 3/8/2004