In time I knew a memory
would hit me from the past
It'd creep up in its subtlty
and smash in through my brittle glass.
When I'd look into the mirror
It would stare right in my face
and when dreams were all but stories
it would come to take their place.
That time has come at last
and here I sit in shattered glass.
I look into the reflection
and I can see it's face
It's long and drawn and warn
but it's feelings are miss placed
and as I lay to sleep
I can see the shadow cross my eyes
and as the room gets darker
I see it start to form
It takes a step in my direction
reaches out to take my hand
a tunnel with a path has formed
and it's no foreign land
It goes back to my childhood
and I can't understand
It pulls me hard and in I go
No recollections does it show
and as we walk it starts to talk
in whispered forms of cries
I listen closely to the stories
and here I realize
The shadow is not anyone
but everything I've known
The path is dark behind us
and I know It's fading fast
As we reach my begining
It tells me of the past
and how things are far behind
We're back into the room we started
and the tunnels undifined
Just a path that leads to no where
A path to start the new
I wake up from the memories
and here I find myself with you...