It's cold out here in the silence;
Uneasiness rules my dreams;
Shapes ever shifting in the shadow
WHere nothing is quite what it seems.

What is the face of true danger,
And will I know what I see?
If it went wrong for those before,
What black failure waits for me?

No voices now in the stillness;
No touch of a ghostly hand.
How do I teach what I myself
May only half-understand?

Where do I look to find wisdom
Here in this vast unkown?
Why did I never realize
They'd leave me here on my own?

A thousand stars blink and beckon
Spill their light across my mind,
And I wonder, where do I go
Now that I'm the last of my kind?