• as darkened twilight turns to gray,
    I wonder if I can go on this way,
    face of steel heart of stone,
    I wonder what it's like moving on,
    as still I stand a statue,
    never letting go,
    of things and places people,
    of love I used to know,
    the memories still here,
    why is it that I hold on,
    while everyone else moves on at last?