The blinding sun couldn't light the paths chosen
Each step taken is closer to a dim, cold era
These moments replicate never ending silence
Longer than a child's bitter winter
The blind will receive sight before I finally find you
The deaf will bear sound before I ever hear your voice
I am on a constant search for something that isn't there
I will always listen for your voice
But you will never be there
I will always listen for your voice
But you are never there