Low Life

What do you chase after all those years passed by? Do you see a light to follow or the road filled with darkness? That gaze once was beautiful, do you still have those eyes? So bright and shiny like the sun and the blue sky. What comfort do you seek in that lonely night? Do you crave and shiver, or do you cry till the eyes are dry? That wound was once healed, do you still feel the crumble inside? So brave and kind like the sea and the low life.