[Words: John Brenner]



Lonely spirits hide behind my sight

They search the ruins of a dying mind

Dredging deeply for my will and courage

To face the future cleansing of my dreams



Piles of ashes sifting through my fingers

Wailing to the winds of remorse and regret

The only remnant of the Past and of tomorrow

A shriveled life, a withered destiny



Upon a pyre, the ruins of my vision

Are burned away, freeing them of sin

Who cares to resurrect the unremembered and unknown

When even the ashes are just a memory