Many questions come and go,
with wonder stirring in woe,
all the answers appear to glisten,
but with no one here to listen,
they fade away without a single sound,
where what is searched may never be found,
leaving the beating of their hearts to pound.
The soft whispers of the youth,
only seek to find the truth,
which cannot be found,
until the clock has been wound,
and death has us bound.