Roaming the streets at night 
Wandering stars will light
This path to freedom's fight
Until the dark will rise
Where do we go
When death comes walking knocking on our door
At home
Slowly we reach the light
Beyond these words of white
When we are so stood in night
To make winter's morning skies
Death comes and goes
Across the lonely landscape of our lives
Untold
Sun it's never too late
To find it's twisted fate
Now that you're living on your own
I'll go where the free birds flow
You don't need to plan for me
I sold my soul for free
Sorry eyes better be told
You're as right as life unfolds
Once was a poet and a write
Living inside my head
One never spoke to the other
But they still made their bed
And laid on gazing high
Praying which would tell
Upon there's reason why
Upon this sure he fell