Deep within my memories,
I can faintly hear forgotten stories.
They form together like a hole.
Breezing through me like the cold.
My reality.....shattered.
* Is this a dream or reality?
Dare I choose to ask?
Deep within my memories,
I've lost my brace and can't save face.
I have no more support.
I cry and I pray but still see no sign of hope.
My reality.....shattered.
* Is this a dream or reality?
Dare I choose to ask?
Who am I?
When did I begin...
How much time has passed me by...
Dare I choose to see?
Breakaway from haunting dreams...
Set me free from memories.