I don't feel how I used to feel
or see how I used to see
returning has lost its appeal
reliving in these memories

A warmth builds inside my eyes
haunted by ghosts dead and alive
at times I wished not to reprise
where love resides with broken ties

Is this some phantom imagery
or are they still in front of me?
Their faces can be plainly seen
or maybe I'm just seeing things

Mind in toil
Heart in strife
someday I may get this right
all that I can do is try
even if another life.