A small almost not visible thing lost in these roads
Who's soul is that I think I know
It goes around with no destination
And nothing else to follow

The soul looks sad, so I wave hello
''I have nowhere left to go''
It wears a frown, a soft cry follows
''I lost my owner'', and a hard lump it swallows

The soul is printed as dark as the night
But a bit of flesh red is flowing out of its cracks
When I talk to it, it holds my hand so tight
You feel the hope and love it lacks

The soul is deserving, kind and deep
But it made promises to the owner it has to keep
So I tell him to go, to not give up and to not lose hope
In these times you should never elope

What follows is silence
The only sound is of distant waves and birds awake
This moment it feels timeless
When it tells me:
''Don't you think it's the darkness that overtakes''