What I Want

Dust on the panes, a chill in the air,
The last ember faded, beyond all repair.
Each memory a fading, a frail, empty form,
Leaving just fragments, tossed in a storm.
No pity I ask for, ,,,,
No hand to reclaim,,,,
JUST THE COLD MORNING, REPEATING MY NAME ! !

They speak of bright fortunes, 
Of treasures untold,
But I crave no luster--- no glitter of gold.
No comfort in voices, no solace in touch,
I've learned to breathe silence, it asks not too much.
My cup is drained empty, my future unspun,
Just a glimmer, a promise of light from the sun.
A flicker, a signal, a faint, distant spark,
That someday,,,,,
Just someday,,,,,

I'll walk from the dark.
I'll walk from the dark.

The world moves around me ,,, a vibrant, loud stream,,,,
While I stand on the bank, in a waking bad dream.
My spirit is weary,,,,,
 My compass is lost,,,,
Every path that I travelled, 
A terrible cost.,,,
The weight of what's missing, 
A stone in my chest,,,,
Putting each fragile heartbeat to its final test.,,,,

They speak of bright fortunes, 
Of treasures untold,
But I crave no luster--- no glitter of gold.
No comfort in voices, no solace in touch,
I've learned to breathe silence, it asks not too much.
My cup is drained empty, my future unspun,
Just a glimmer, a promise of light from the sun.
A flicker, a signal, a faint, distant spark,
That someday,,,,,
Just someday,,,,,

I'll walk from the dark.
I'll walk from the dark.

This desolate quiet, it presses so deep,
A garden of sorrow where lost moments sleep.
I'm stripped of desire, of all that I knew,
Just endless horizons of  this empty blue.
But still, in the stillness, a fragile demand,
A plea to the heavens, a reach of my hand.

They speak of bright fortunes, 
Of treasures untold,
But I crave no luster--- no glitter of gold.
No comfort in voices, no solace in touch,
I've learned to breathe silence, it asks not too much.
My cup is drained empty, my future unspun,
Just a glimmer, a promise of light from the sun.
A flicker, a signal, a faint, distant spark,
That someday,,,,,
Just someday,,,,,

I'll walk from the dark.
I'll walk from the dark.

Just a breath of assurance, 
A softening haze,
To mend what is broken in these desolate days.
Just one small indication, s
O simple and true,
That somehow, eventually, 

I'll make it through.
I'll make it through.