Adrift in life's vast, relentless sea,

A lone man sails in silent plea.

With no compass to guide his way,

Through the fog of his own dismay.



The stars above, once bright and clear,

Now blurred by the mist of fear.

Each day a path he must decide,

In the endless quest to find his stride.



The echoes of laughter, the warmth of the sun,

Faint memories of battles won.

Now shadows cling to his weary heart,

As he searches for a brand new start.



Yet in the depths of his solitude,

A spark of hope begins to exude.

For even lost and all alone,

He finds the strength to carve his stone.



A journey's end not yet in sight,

But in the darkness, he finds his light.

A man alone, but not forsaken,

For in his will, new paths awaken
© Madman