A man walking through the dark tunnel
Never again thought he'd see the day's dawn...

Ages speak and roll its time,
And never is her language known to us...

At midpoint he stands,
Aloof with joggling thoughts...

Fountain of hope is waning,
River of tears fills my heart...

The roses of ambience buds thorns
Unto an ally it is given...

Sing to me the morn' song,
Play to mine ears the tunes of praise...

As we daily trudge on earth's surface;
Each phase fading, another arising...

Words are bleeding,
Kiss of the blarney is failing...

I am folded up and ready to be
Lit by fire by the edge...

Caught in a web of traps
That binds the hapless bird...

Dancing in the rain of sorrows,
While basking under the shade of the fruitless...

The stars hid beneath the cloudy skies,
Never shinning in their rays at day...