Watch me as I wallow in the fields of drowning memory,
Through death and pain I must crawl,
In order to find myself.
All is lost, all is gone, within my fields of memory.
Lost time ago when those I loved could love, and those
I hated could hate.
Watch me as I soar through the skies of hope
And truth, to realise they are only remnants
of a sky so blue.
Now grey and bland without you.
Watch me as I linger on our distance memory night and day,
And watch the memory as it slowly fades away.
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