The Ghost of Hunger to Come

Poor boy eats like a starving beast
He remembers when there was none
Again such a day may come
The thought spurs him on
The ghost of hunger to come
Without satisfaction
Like a starving beast the poor boy eats
Long after hunger is gone

A sunrise of glory
Gold fire in the blue
A perfect day starting for you
Mine will be spent in the grey tennament
Flames in the sky bring no joy to my eye
For what is a day spent that way
I lower my eyes
Turning away

Seratonin ran dry but I can rely
The bottle erases the past
And fear of a future so vast
Is silent in the moment
For as long as the moment may last