Sitting on riverside Time has paused for him now Watching strong stream of joy Waning faraway Shadows of leaning trees Buried his misery Tried to find his way home Sailing away no more Comfort and peace no more and no rush anywhere Conscience runs from no one doesn't run from you Facing too much Vice time after time Found what looked for Too long being there all alone Million stars or some more Shine above tired head No attempt to count all Blazing in the sky This is why he turns in ceasing his wandering Hiding tear in his eye found a silent place Never lost hope Trusting all his dreams Would he go for Chair instead of throne made of gold Screaming in silent night Touching past history And the darkest deep night's Slowly falling down Have them carry you away On the wings of fantasy Draw a deep breath and start To read another page