We are the Lost, the Lone, the Missing,
The wanderers in this land.
We have a journey, but no longer a home.
The Sun no longer shines;
We but walk in distant shadows;
We are as silent wayfarers–alone.

Our tears fall to the ground
And lament that which is lost;
Our land is now only in our heart.
Yet we cannot leave these shores,
For time has not allotted;
We stay for we may yet play a part.

The stars are our lonely guide,
As night around is falling,
We rest from our journey on the loam.
Ever looking to the Havens
For the time yet coming and
Waiting ’til the Sea calls us home.