The memories come
The way a flood comes to a desert
But it's too late, I am parched again
Footsteps
Footsteps linger through forgotten halls
But as a father I'm just an echo within

Bitter is just a different sweet
And sweet is just a different bitter
Tread lightly, each step is more reckless than the last
Trespasser!
You trespass on ground not made for your two feet
So move thyself, and do not return til' storm has passed

I once spent uncertain days
Drowning inside the wishing well
Dry, and drier still the wishes would become
Terrible
Terrible, all the things that I would rip undone
I devoured the essence of all I loved for just a meager crumb