Golden glimpses of what could have been.
The waves on the beach that I have seen.
Silver memories of a forgotten time.
Ancient history of you which is now a crime.

The blue raindrops which freeze in the light.
Music beats which drum with might.
The fists that aid us in our fights.
Humans who appear as to be knights.

The terror's that plague our minds.
The freedom from which is hides.
The changes in who you are.
The distances you have traveled are far.

Speak the words which are on your lips.
Search for the words which are on your fingertips.
Shout the words that I need to hear.
Sadly I know, the truth is what I fear.

Those were the memories drowned in one mistake.
To walk down the lonely lake.
The fire birds call your name loud and clear.
You used to be the one I held dear.

The golden glimpses are now free.
The waves on the break I cannot see.
I know this pain you caused will go in time.
But for all you know I appear to be 'fine'