Again I wonder through memory finding pieces of my broken self..
It seems everytime I return.. I find something considered lost forever
Just something here and there.. Things that I never thought i'd see again
Truly the pain is begining to fade now
Even though I know the past will always live in me.
It is a part of me and it always will be.
Though it does not rule me.... Anymore
I have hurt three people in my life
The most terrible thing about it, is that I never wanted to.
I only wanted to wipe away pain caused by others
In the end I was left wondering if I caused more
Again as I wonder through this place a dark tempest echoes on the horizon
I've been caught in that before
That is the chaos, the pain that drives me mad
One that brings the rains, the tears of the soul..
"Ahh another piece", I can't stay long now..
This is the storms favorite thought.
It constantly tears upon this memory..
I can never forget... Never...