To be a lost soul

In the shadows, they roam, lost souls we see,

Searching for light, yearning to be free.

Whispers in the night, echoes of the past,

Memories fading, too fleeting to last.

Their eyes tell tales of sorrow and pain,

Haunted by ghosts they cannot explain.

In a world so cold, they wander alone,

Yearning for a place they can call home.

Through the darkness, they seek a spark,

A glimmer of hope in the endless dark.

Lost souls adrift in an endless sea,

Yearning for peace, longing to be free.

But in the silence, a faint whisper cries,

Guiding them home, beyond the skies.

Lost souls find solace in the unknown,

For in the end, they are never alone.