There is a desperate search inside,
Yet the master is only along for the ride.
There is no search outside where it should reside,
The sorrow rolls in like waves of a tide.
But still I keep to the hollow search,
I feel as though I am lost oh so lost in the lurch.
I feel empty oh so empty,
Empty like a town full of people.
There is no warmth, Because it feels so cold.
The Hollow Search has grown old.