On an empty hill side,
Somewhere far away.
Where the stars shine without a doubt,
Is where I’ll live someday.
In an empty house,
Somewhere bright and new.
Where I can wish upon every star,
And never have to look at you.
In an empty room,
Looking at the burning flame.
Wondering what I am going to do next,
And why I am living in such shame.
Sitting on an empty chair,
Listening to the sound of death.
Dreaming about those who told me goodbye,
Wishing I would take my last breath.
Living an empty life,
With no one here that cares.
I am still alone on my pretty, little hill,
Searching for someone with love to share.
~Shadow