Lost:

The dark night spent chasing after the sun,
Following the slow moving clouds,
The rain masking your only escape,
Acting as the contemporary shroud,

The search was narrow and bleak,
The heart marked with it's last breath,
Holding you into your own solitude,
Leaving bread crumbs to your nest,

One by one the road gets darker,
Yet you walk on knowing the hope,
You fight the destruction's grasp,
While finding your only ways to cope,

The narrow and bleak's search was lost,
Yet you walked until your feet bled,
The crowd went home without a thought,
Yet you fought on instead.