A part of the past
Can the rain cleanse my soul,
Can the rays of the moon make me whole,
Why do I sit here all on my own,
With darkness all around me what light can I be shown.
I should fight my way to the light of the sun,
I know I must but the pain is immense in what must be done.
I cannot bring myself to the warmth of the light,
I hide from it in fright.
I search for something inside I just can't find,
A part of me from old I have left somewhere behind.
Life can have no meaning though I know now at last,
Till I find what I have left somewhere in my past.