Where is the thunder of my heart?
Where is the fire and its heat?
My fists still clenched, my teeth still grit
But i’m just cold…
Where is the light that showed my way?
Where are the dreams that made me sway?
They draw last breaths beneath the weight
Of words untold…
Where are the hopes that shaped my life?
Where is the peace I thought I’d find?
What is this rust that fills my mind?
One life too old.