It's in those sea of dreams I saw your face

A vague replacement, an artefact of the past

That has not vanished without leaving a trace

Yet lies slain in this world alone and outcast...

Whether your memories of the world were false or true

Does it matter now?

And now that all anyone can do now is remember you

Does it matter now?

And now that the old is being replaced with the new

Does it matter now?

The poison of loss brings a sadness we don't seek

But it can attack anybody, from strongest to weak

Yet scorn is poured upon the tears we shed

From the pain of knowing a loved one is dead.

Ruthless Father Time admonishes and shoves us forward

Along our chosen paths that sometimes gleam and sometimes burn

In our quest for the eternal endless dream we'll sadly learn

That in a world where we live and die by the sword

A wondrous paradise is simply too hard to fully discern.

So simply I; Who feels need to bring enclosure and a link

To something which once was, that I can't understand

Write this to you in the vain hope that on the brink

Of the unknown we travel to a loving and peaceful land

Where the beautiful rest in peace

A utopia for the loving deceased.

Somewhere, a bell tolls, waking me from my sleep

I open my eyes and look out to the moon

And ask it silently why I woke so soon

As reality slowly trickles back and begins to seep

Into my troubled mind I still can't see

Why the one I loved should be just a memory.