Once I come to the end of the road
when searching no longer becomes life
and lacking does not reflect absence of love
what do I do with myself?
Wasted time in fruitless search
brief moments of hope hanging above
swimming among stars a wish made
for someone to hold my heart.
But wishes with time fade
within the dying stars an afterlife
of love becomes a memory that breaks apart
with passing years.
Now at the end of the road
I find myself alone by fate
when lacking is no longer and absence of love
but a failure to look inside my own fears
and find within the love I searched for all these years.