A lone wolf howls once again
As he stares the magical mist
That covers the hallowed forest
Of the soul
He cries, he speaks to me
The same air we breathe
We sing, on and on we sing
A life that does not exist
A life made of dreams
The days are passing by
And time becomes a lie
Smoke, circles the lone shadow
Ashes, the ground stepping on
Smiling warmly to the neverknown
While running out of any emotion
No color to these hollow eyes
While staring at the crack of skies
Absence fills the gap that presence left
Reaching out, there's nothing to intend