So the days pass on the same like they always willnAnd the things I might have said but I never didnSit on the shelf like souvenirs of a better timenA time that hasn't come quite yetnMade of words I'll never findnnAnother day ends as the sun falls into the seanAnd the change, it has not come, the one to set me freenAnd the songs I used to know now I can't recallnAll the ways I used to hope they all fail me nownnBut, from the edge of night appear stars into the skynAnd they mirror every one of the city lightsnSo I trust some light will come so that I can seenAnd, though lost I still might walk with it to guide me