In a Moment of Melancholy

Of all the words in the English language , the saddest are these :
It might have been.

As I pay the weary wages of time , it hurts far more to see your dreams fade away , to see passion ebb away and to have in its place see a cynism take root that seems to grow more deep and intense with every passing moment. Where once there was a zeal and enthusiasm I now encounter bitterness and sarcasm.
I fear the person that I have become, yet in some dark recessess of my mind hope conspires.

I'm not the only one starin' at the sun
afraid of what you'd find
if you took a look inside
not just deaf and dumb
I'm staring at the sun
not the only one who's happy to go blind.