Echo

"While there's me.

There'll be memories

Of all those chances lost,

And desires unfulfilled.

Freedom, is what you can allow yourself.

Or not."



Through the winds of time

Like a wanderer I venture

Not breathing in

Not breathing out.

Seems, like there's nothing to be sad about.



Through the hundreds of reflections

Of my long lost loves

I walk in

I walk by

Seems, like there's nothing there to make me cry.

Like an autumn leaf I'm torn apart

Dancing my last dance

Upon the splinters of my heart

Pain is not quite what it appears.

Is there still pain when there's no tears?

A winter wind I am, I'll make you feel so cold

Giving you the chance,

To glance beyond those secrets that I hold.

Like a shadow of a dream long gone

I'll watch over you at night

Breathing in.

Breathing out.

Would it be better with me or without?

As if there's nothing I could tell you

I'd smile and say farewell

Walking by

Walking away.

Your path's - tomorrow, mine is yesterday.

What's done is done

I'd rather die again instead of realizing that

What said.IS said.

You see? I'm gone.

Those words.

Are just an echo.

Soon there will be none.