Remembrance - Soul Remnants

In remembrance of a view

Fresh as death’s morning dew

I see a shadow

Looming before me

Standing before me

I see my destiny

I see my guide

Looming before me

I see my destiny

Clearly in my eyes

I see my guide

No matter how hard I try

I can never leave

I’ve lost the will to find

What’s wrong versus right

My time is not made of gold

Yet emotions are left to rot

The spectrums from black to grey

An internal nomadic brain

In remembrance of a view

Fresh as death’s morning dew

I see a shadow

Looming before me

Standing before me

I see my destiny

Clearly in my eyes

I see my guide