Shawn Phillips
Solitude
Many are the days that pass you by
The dark horse is there 'tis he you must ride
But black is the color of your solitude
You speak to be seen
You shout to be heard
But an echo of light is all that returns
The echo comes in and you rise to its joy
But then it fades out and returns to the void
Then someone will come and share in your life
Who'll hear with your ears and see with your sight
Your life is restored your thoughts are renewed
But black is still the color of all solitude
From Letras Mania