What changed from back then?
Was it the way we think?
The way we act?
Or the way we perceive reality?

A time forgotten; a life lost
where the happiness had blown away
into the dusky morning sky,
where beautiful silence lays.

What is different now?
Is it the way I can't seem
to find happiness in anything
but the comfort of the suffocating silence?

Or is it the way that despite my fears
I want to be with the people,
the things that cause my mind
to shatter and scatter the earth like a warm breeze

A time forgotten; a life lost
where my thoughts bury deep
into the controversy of life
and the meaning of all things

What is the same?
The way my eyes light up in the face of a page
the way my life revolves around my own selfishness
around my own constant need for change

Where the world lost its meaning
is where you'll find the love I lost
when I gave it away and got none in return
where the sky lays broken on a pile of ash

A time forgotten; a life lost
where the sun lays on the other side
with a dusky morning sky rising over
a broken girl's dream of a life not marred by sadness

not stolen by the cruelty of the world
A time where innocence still ruled over her mind
Before that time was forgotten, and her life she lost
to the darkness of the drained hope within us all