The Loneliness:

Woken from the depths of slumber,
By memories so distant,
And past so silent
The winds of memories.

The Wind:

Folly in these days,
When a man's soul is bound by chains,
'Til the wind of longing
Sweeps him away.

The Loneliness:

Year after year fog still clouds the mind
Like shadows that won't ever fade.

The Wanderer:

Tempted by fate for a greater source of wisdom,
To find that, which I've eternally lost,
I, the great wanderer,
Until the the times end.

The Loneliness:

Until the end!
Counting the days and the years!

The Wind:

So life drifts slowly by
In the vast deep emptiness
That we seek.