Piddle

O' this dark endeavor
this earnest call to arms
actions lost in clouds of dust
dreams that once were ours
Memories of sound and light
visions of old friends gone
edicts wrought by wiser men
lies we've told too long
Time that no longer bends but breaks
truths we've spread too thin
words whose meanings we've long since lost
feelings we'll never feel again

And here I sit,
yes here I'll wait,
on this foreign yet familiar shore
longing only to know a single thing
and nothing less nor more...

In the Darkness,
filled with fear,
when neither light nor happiness
draws near,
do you think of me...do you think of me at all?