The memories you find
when a world’s left far behind,
the poison that nostalgia leaves
will never heal a heart that grieves.
The moments spent in sweetest sin,
when lovers leave, when hearts are gone!
finding some new place to begin,
regrets as older lovers fawn.
For all the lovers in our past,
and sins we have not paid,
eternity was made to last
and memories never fade!
Remove the threads that hold the seams,
the shards of broken melodies:
of egos and of shattered dreams,
the crucible of memories.
Tie all together with your pride
a haven where your tears may hide.
Where sorrow is the name of one,
where wounded souls oft come undone.
Sing for me,