Fork In The Road

i have reached the fork in the road, now the choice, both silent and grieving. i cannot hold starlight in aging hands, i cannot turn the tide with a glance or a wave. i cannot stop the wars with my body or my thoughts. i cannot feed the hungry, i can only share their hunger. the snow is falling, the winds almost cruel, as the fire i built dies down to embers... who am i? and what have i done? i find i'm a part of all that i've fought! silent screams now echoes, the low moans of the heart. betrayed by my soul between light and darkness, my lips are moving... but not even you can hear the sounds they make! the fork in the road, just outside your door!