In the shadow of my former days
I wander, a soul adrift, a far from home
An exile from my kingdoms fold
I bear the weight of earthen sorrow

The torrid years, how they pass
Like fragile whispers in the air
In passing moments I reside
A cruel dance of life and death

The stars above, with silent grace
Have seen the rise and fall of kin
Across life's ephemeral art
A silent presence
A presence for the ages

Though exile's cold embrace
May never wane for me
I'll find my solace in the falling rain
These bitter tears
The past and present meet
And in my wounded soul
Memories still endure

I must journey through this darkness
Unafraid, to treasure in moments
For in the tapestry of life's course
Exile and loss need become a fleeting dream