(At the request of a friend, I'm going to post this up. Thanks for the
support!)



Five years ago, what dreams had I?
A crying child with fearful eyes.
See these scars, cruel and white,
Could I have tried to take my life?

Remember when the days were long?
When night was silk, with rose sweet dawns?
Remember when I sang that song?
A song about how love's never wrong?

Can you think back fifteen years?
Back when all was crystal clear?
Do you recall those silent tears,
Shed outside your door, right there?

Counting through the countless days,
Slowly all becomes a haze.
Minutes, seconds form a maze.
Lost forever in a memory lake.

Time, they say, will heal all wounds.
Lord Aeon came to me too soon.
For all these memories are assumed;
I know not what is false or true.

I know I loved, I know I cried,
I know perhaps inside, I died.
The days are short and pass me by,
I cling on to this empty life.

Ten years from now, will I be here?
Will I remember the applause, the cheers?
Will I be gone in four, six years?
I feel the madness much too near.

When will time give back to me
All those elusive memories?
Who was I and what broke me?
Time took a child and erased his dreams.


Penned by my hand on the 18th of Sarapin, in the year 507 AF.