A Faded Memory (2016)
When all of life is lived, it becomes a faded memory
What was its purpose and who was it for?
Why do some claw hard and scream out for more?
Being alive is a delicate time
A few steps awry cease yours, maybe mine
Some words and feelings are good gallant things
What will your spirit sing when it leaves?
A temple of one, whose construction has faded
In old age dies youth, but the spirit is not jaded
There is a ghost deep inside there somewhere
And one day it flows to not here nor out there
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