Memory

Memory passing away, it slowly dies
In pale morn, with grey sunrise
It flows with river deep and wild
In late dark hour it enters night

Within dream eye, in cold cruel lie
It falls down, but once will rise
In midnight hour or on dawn pale red
It turns to dust, it’s now dead

But memory is a phoenix bright
Dying in flames, reborn from ashes
Myth but in our mind
Memories are but the deepest wishes

Call me insane, call me blind
Virgin that lost her mind
I left this cold dead world behind
Being tired of lies and fools
Searching for pure truth
But truth is hard to find