Shadowed Man

I’m sure the sun used to be yellow,
But for so long it’s just looked grey.
Why is my patch so empty?
I’m sure I used to have fresh roses,
They used to bring them every day.

How many times have I walked this road?
Why do I never get anywhere?
Why does everyone look right through me?
Why does my skin always feel so cold,
But I can’t feel the wind blowing through my hair?

Why when I reach out to touch something,
Does it feel like it’s not there?
Why when I try to talk,
Are my words so muted,
Before they’re in the air?

I was only twenty when it happened,
I still had so much to learn and see.
But what hurts most,
Is that now I’ll never know,
Just what kind of man I might have been.

I used to have a name,
Scrawled upon the stone above my head,
But the letters have long since faded.
Just like the tears in life,
That I can no longer shed.

Mother, Father, Brother,
Where have you gone?
It’s just so hard to see.
Friend, Lover…
Please don’t forget about me…