Hope
Trapped inside these walls of time
One way holds the truth, though which?
The question of the ages
Lying broken on the shore
Who is that knocking on the door?
Fate knocks twice and turns to leave
He wears his heart upon his sleeve
Where she came from he doesn’t know
Here is the curtain call for the next show
Take your place, it is a repeat performance
He walks out, wanting a real chance
Heartache follows right at his heel
Reaching; hoping to killl something real
He slows his step and stomps down hard
His gait and shoe are barely marred
Trapped inside these walls of time
What is to become of me?
The question of the moment
Hitchhiker 