Listen to the sound of talk,
within the darkness of the misty night,
through the narrow streets, I walk,
afraid, not knowing if it be right.

Beneath the lights I stand,
in the dark, confused, and sad.
Where shall I turn, for I am but a man,
trying to live my life the best I can.

The world today, shall be tomorrow,
yet it’s not for me to own.
How can I prevent so much sorrow?
I am but a man, and must be shown.

Lights upon the city are growing dim,
in the dark, why can’t one see,
my head aches, shaking from every limb,
yet a man, I must be, for me and thee.

Lying upon the cold wet ground,
I gazed upon the heavens in the sky,
geometrically perfect, stars abound,
yearning for peace before I die.

Samuel E. Stone ©2004