I remember friends I had
And summer days long forgotten.
Of playing war games with my dad,
and dreaming of my begotten.

But somewhere through the mists of time
All I loved has faded away.
There is no poetry, no rhyme
To express what my heart needs to say.

Though people are always around me
I somehow feel I'm always alone.
They never seem to really see
Or hear my voice's depressed tone.

I long for the sunny days,
The sensations of being free.
And I search in this dismal haze
In hopes of finding what once was me.