The past is softly whispering
my name upon it's winds
it cries out to me
remembering
pulling me back again
Yet the past is wrapped in fog
never seeming as it truly was
numbness lurks in the corner
casting memories as roses
So I'll cast my eyes to tomorrow
and make the sun shine on it's days
each day is as we make it
mine will lead the way
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