Something Sad

[Daniel Faraday]

I still hear your fleeting hope,
The draw of your passion,
Praying to my soul,
Stealing my thoughts.

I pray that one day I will understand them,
That I will know their needs,
To help the helpless dreams,
For now I need you here.

I can no longer here their voices,
I know not what I shall see,
I can no longer understand...
Because those screams came from me.

I wish you were still here,
To explain this lonely path,
I wish that I could hear you,
Oh, how lonely it is to die last.