A soul wanders, aimless, through the dark of the unknown brine.
Seeking solace in the whispers, of a world that's never heard,
It's a cry that echoes silently, unheard, unperturbed.
The eternal sorrow of the soul, that's lost within the maze,
A dance with shadows, in the night, where silence is its blaze.
In the corners of the cosmos, where the light has never been,
The sorrow's song is sung alone, in a symphony of sin.
It's a tale of time unending, where each moment's a blank slate,
The soul's journey, unguided, through the labyrinth of fate.
In the depths of the abyss, where the light can never reach,
The sorrow's embrace is cold and vast, without any speech.
The wandering soul, it yearns for truth, in the chaos of the vast,
A search for meaning in the void, where silence has no cost.
In the silence of the night, where the stars refuse to play,
The sorrow's dance is a lonely one, in the grand scheme of the day.
It's a sorrow that's eternal, in the heart of every man,
A quest for understanding, in a world that's vast and grand.
The soul's lament, it's a shared one, in the silence of the sea,
A whisper in the void, alone, that's lost in history.
So let the sorrow be eternal, in the heart of every soul,
A reminder of the journey, through the cosmos, through the role.
In the silence of the night, where the stars refuse to shine,
The wandering soul's lament, is the eternal rhyme of time.