Time creeps along.

Withering memories,

Like tears in the light.

Constantly dripping away

Swallowing laughter and cries

On their way.

Only silence remains,

Fed by a feeling of loss

As thoughts try to seize them

But their prison refrains

From giving just a glimpse

Of the fire called hope.

'Cause that's what it is all about

when they cut all strings

for you to be left in the dark.