Every day and night I dream of someone with whom I could share My thoughts and hopes and emotions With whom there wouldn’t be despair. But every moment I cherish hope more misery is all it’s brought. Every time I think of scope, I remember what I can’t get but have sought. All my myriad silent tears, inside the desolate shack. All of my untold fears, arise to haunt me back. I look at the stars one last time, And the wind claims my final breath, My name was never etched in stone, I am alone even in death.