I wish upon a far-flung dream and weep as
A shooting star fades, watched by thousands gazing
To the heavens while horizons darken unnoticed.
Hope leaves me and I can see no guardian
Angel with open arms, no guiding light
Anywhere to be seen. My heart is cold and
Lacks the strength to show me the way.
This hole in my soul grows wider with
Each moment, the all-consuming void within
Freezing and quenching my inner spark. I
Search for a means to fill the emptiness,
Doomed to never know what will restore
My spirit, but I still seek to see my
Frozen heart thaw and beat once more.