Post by Rachel on Jan 21, 2011 1:40:48 GMT -5
The black stone
Etched with a silver script
Our memories, long forgotten
Held in enternally knotted hearts
Our memories escape us,
With each passing day.
Your face, voice fades
As we blindly try to grasp at you
But it seems with you,
You've stolen our memories
Our innocent smiles
And our naive ways
Enlightened to our regrets,
We live in fear
Hoping deperately for some insight
An escape from the world we see
But what can be seen with shut eyes?
What can be heard by deaf ears.
How long until all hope is forgotten,
in a world against it?
Etched with a silver script
Our memories, long forgotten
Held in enternally knotted hearts
Our memories escape us,
With each passing day.
Your face, voice fades
As we blindly try to grasp at you
But it seems with you,
You've stolen our memories
Our innocent smiles
And our naive ways
Enlightened to our regrets,
We live in fear
Hoping deperately for some insight
An escape from the world we see
But what can be seen with shut eyes?
What can be heard by deaf ears.
How long until all hope is forgotten,
in a world against it?