Waiting
Waiting for that breeze
Lift it up, this melody I keep hearing between my ears
A sound so lonely that it haunts me slowly
When the moon hangs lowly and the night calls on me
And I pull the tears back into my eyes
While this song, this haunting song let's out its cries
Is this what it is like when childhood dies
Wave after wave of an ocean filled with regret
A youth you lose as its memories retract
And you become disowned from the things you thought were your own
But one by one they leave, become hesitant to show their clarity
Until at last fiction mingles with reality
And you can't make the distinction anymore
Between what is yours and what is put there by your forgetful insanity