The memories of his yesterday,
Marred in his mind, his heart and soul.
Couldn't bring himself to kneel and pray,
Marred in his mind, his heart and soul.
Couldn't bring himself to kneel and pray,
And as he tries to stand, apart he falls.
The mirror in which we saw our dreams,
Its broken and scattered beneath our feet.
All we can hear, are the echos of screams,
Its broken and scattered beneath our feet.
All we can hear, are the echos of screams,
Of our yesterday- it knocks on our door and greets.
Twisted we are, forsaken and lost,
Trying to find our way in this endless maze.
Fighting our demons, our haunting ghosts,
Finally we meet, in this eternal haze.
Trying to find our way in this endless maze.
Fighting our demons, our haunting ghosts,
Finally we meet, in this eternal haze.
Yesterday is history, Tomorrow is a mystery, Today is a gift, That's why its called the "Present" =]
ReplyDeleteThankyou. I do believe that to a certain extent. I am just trying to convey that its hard to breakthrough from the past I guess! hehe. Anyway, thanks for the visit and thanks for taking the time to comment! :)
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