Memories
It is our memories which keeps us rooted; from the darkness
that is nothing it rescues us from the deep, to open our eyes
for that escape from our nightmare to see the morning.
form these memories we know who we are as we attempt to paint the
picture for the future; but obscured by reflections from the past we stumble
and cry again for its safety... those tattered memories which makes us weak,
we hold unto them dearly not knowing we can release and embrace that
cursed darkness which will set us free.
BlueFromTheSun
It is our memories which keeps us rooted; from the darkness
that is nothing it rescues us from the deep, to open our eyes
for that escape from our nightmare to see the morning.
form these memories we know who we are as we attempt to paint the
picture for the future; but obscured by reflections from the past we stumble
and cry again for its safety... those tattered memories which makes us weak,
we hold unto them dearly not knowing we can release and embrace that
cursed darkness which will set us free.
BlueFromTheSun
mistidawn:
thank you 