Under the midnight moon I will feel the chill of night.
But I will not forget how far I've come.
Under the midnight moon I will listen to voices long gone.
I am a soul that wanders.
I am a being that moves ever onward.
Do not mourn for me.
Do not mourn for me.
I am a lost soul.
A lost soul.
But I move with the hands of time.
With the Hands of time.
Within my beating heart I hear the world around me calling.
It is time to go.
It is time to move.
Here treads the Lost Soul.
