Gaelle

Cold…
dark…
on empty pavement
you think
of where
the time and day went
you hope
and dream
you’ll awaken tomorrow
and be
free
from this life of sorrow
but still
(chorus)
you’re on a winding road
you search to find a home
racing twards the end
without a hand to lend
then you’re never seen again
when you’re a transient
you float
alone