Days go by and this feeling of loss
Sticks to my skin like flesh to the bones
What if I was
Stuck between doubt and fear of my thoughts?
Ho my guiding light where have we lost track?
Is this a sign of modern times?
Questions in mind, no answers in sight
The response I had to all of my cries
Ho my guiding light I crave for your glow now
… while I walk my way down Sunset Boulevard.