Somewhere in the not so distant past
The fires of life burned and granted us our wishes
And although we have not a single clue
That the cinders would eventually turn even us to ashes
We lived in hopes of eternal flame
And at the moment the past was still the present
Foolish it may seem, but we wanted nothing to change
For how could we desire change when the horrors of life seemed nonexistent

Yes we grow, we become stronger
But at the cost of us losing a part of ourselves in the process
As we discard ourselves to feed the flames
We keep the fires burning that masks our weakness
We cling to the past for hope in desperate times
For it was hope that once drove us to grow wings and reach greater heights
We hope that maybe life's not so cruel after all
That maybe we're strong enough keep the treasures we found in our flights

We never know what the future holds
Maybe things really happen for a purpose and for a reason
And we slowly rekindle the flames we lost
In the hearts of the people that keep us company each passing season
But for a moment in time somewhere in the not so distant past
We have everything we could want and could ever need
In the end, maybe some of us are not prisoners of the past after all
But rather, grieving connoisseurs of the life we lost and can only recall