don't stop now, you will be dead

a single soul appeared
with his hand in his pocket,
and head bowed low
alone he walks deep in thought,
where have all the flowers gone?

mile after lonely mile,
weeds the only company he keeps,
slower and slower his pace begins,
an inner voice saying
don't stop now, you will be dead!

lowering himself to the ground
he dreams of a world that once was
full of laughter hope and tears,
goodbye there is no hope