The hope of another morning sun
Has given way to the fading afternoon
The light of day is waning true
Despair is waiting for the calling moon.
The inevitable will come to pass
As it does every endless day
No love, no warmth, no sanctuary
To hold the coldness of life at bay.
I am such a broken man
Broken by more than in two
The pieces are scattered so carelessly
And I don’t know what to do.
My bed and soul are cold
As I spend another night alone
I’m lost, too lost this time
To find my way back home.
The sun goes down
It crawls on below
The crimson horizon
And closes the lonesome curtain
Of another loveless day.