Sonet of Sorrow

[lyrics by Mark Briody and Harry Conklin]I see the remnants of our past

Were we there?

I see no light, no hope, we fall

Are we here?

We see our aspirations failI feel the winters growing cold

No sign, no light, our lives are growing old

I feel the winters growing cold

No sign, no light, no hope, growing coldThe dove of dreams is flying overhead

Her wings are spreading softly signs of dread

So cold inside the earthly bounds below

Singing out her somber tales of woe