the path of the shadows

some days we all just need to pass
like we see it through turbid glass
we don't choose it, don't love it, right
all, what we need - wake up and fight

no tears, no sorrows, only steps
no one will see your pain on face
walking fthough mist of darkest night
without hope to see the light

no one will help, no one support
this places empty, dark and cold
some days we all just need to pass
at road of shadow of a death

ver.2 at correct language (thaks to my editor)

In the dance of days, a siren's call,
Through turbid glass, we sometimes fall.
Not by choice, nor by delight,
But wake we must, and brave the night.

No tears, no sorrows, just our strides,
Masking pain where darkness hides.
Through the mist of the darkest night,
We seek the glimmer, a hopeful light.

No hands to help, no souls to guide,
Empty spaces, dark and wide.
Yet, some days are meant to pass,
On the road where shadows cast.