Loneliness is calling
For me to see
My prophecy
Of my life,
Silently…
Yes…I’m still alive inside
Honesty
Is the key
To your memories
Prophecy
Is calling to me
Silently…
Yes…I’m still alive inside.
Honesty
Is the key
To memories
Like reveries
Rising up from distant dreams
You’re the ghost of my memory
When I dream I see you in my mind sometimes
When I sleep it’s hard to believe I’m alive
Even when awake I feel insane at times
It’s my escape from fate and its divine design
Thinking of all the things I’ve lost
Will I ever go back to the same?
Deep in my heart I know that there’s a cause
From all the pain
So much is gone, nothing left but another song
Memories have left nothing but silhouettes
In the dawn I’m left with only thoughts
Memories that are like ghosts of the dead
Spirits take a trip down memory lane
But it’s too late to escape from the higher plane
You’ll see the light
Far awayyyyy….
You must free your mind
In the same state
Even if you say that you are gone
We will meet at the brink of dawn
Even if it may be that I’m wrong
You will always be inside my thoughts
In the darkest times we must stay strong
Because sometimes we’re the ones wrong
And sometimes the path of truth is long
Memories
Making themselves apparent through
Reveries
When you try to sow
You’re deeds
Through seventy-
Thousand heavenly
Aspects of your soul to speak
That truth that you already know
What’s happened is gone
Lost in time
It’s far from what’s already won
It’s another rhyme
Left with nothing but another song
I see you in my thoughts at times
In form of my intellectual design
Abstraction composed by my mind
In a cold repose and you see me while I’m blind
You knew the truth from before
You had knowledge of what was to be in store
I mistook my steps into a subconscious shore
That led into the sea of my soul’s war
Now it’s too late
All that’s left is your memory awake
In my sleep when I dream
Like a ghost walking by time’s river upstream
Reverse the death
Galvanize with your life giving breath
Wash me with a downpour of knowledge
But not to the point I’d rather be dead
Albeit that you’re dead
You’re the one who’s brought me to the offset
Of myself through time’s discretion imbed
In the form of knowledge of what I once said
Honesty
Is the key
To be able to see
The reality of your deeds
Honesty
Is the key
To realize your dreams
By remembering you’re not always right
Honestly
You were right I see
Now I believe
The mirror never lies
Solemnly
I no longer reverse time
But I promise me
To never fall out of line
Again…For now I believe
I’m the ghost of my memories.