What traces of life lives in the mind?
Is it the good, the bad, or the ugly this time?
I survive on the expectation that you'll still be there,
But knowing what you've chosen.
This parts left unstable,
Either true or untrue.
I don't know,
And remaining in such tears me so.
So what choice remaining do I choose?
And what in the end will I lose?
This is the battle of my minds refuge.

And though the day is gone and done,
Don't forget me,
Don't forget me.
Here lies a space left for one,
Don't forget me,
Don't forget me.
What is,
What isn't.
That's how it goes,
People come then leave me.
This is what I know,
Life brings them here and there.
What part do they play in my role?
Are they lessons for another stroll?
Talking to myself has grown old,
But what am I to do?
When they leave me cold.

"It's all temporary", he said,
With all thoughts in his head.
No masking no forsaking no decline,
"I've given my all and now I bear this fall".
As he said over and over in time,
"So where do I sit now"?
"And get up to the sky somehow",
"Without ever falling back and being afraid".
"This journeyed life it seems,"
"Has broken my dreams".
"And brought nothing to life but gloomy rain".

You and I and our similarities,
Bridge us at the midway divide.
Though the worlds soundly sleep,
From you or them I cannot hide.
I am seen through by your kind eyes,
Though how this can be.
To me has remained a surprise,
I am grateful but quite at a loss.
When in the end I pay the cost.

Let the sunshine filter through the shade,
Breaking the rules of yesterday.
With dancing beams of pure light,
Singing with voices of lost sight.
While rays of light show dusty bits,
I myself run out of tricks.
So as I watch those dancing beams,
I sit and stay to watch over dreams.
And as the day begins to flow into night,
Sleep, O sleep, hello goodnight.

I am the last of me,
No one else is unique to my design.
As I traveled through this blue world,
I searched and searched for someone whom could be mine.
Someone whom I could share with on this road,
But alas any attempts ended in failure and suffering.
So now I sit and stare at the stars,
Wishing for all that has yet to be to come true.

Like a song within my soul,
The view just gets really old.
And though sometimes I'll never truly see,
What happens next to me.
The walls sometimes close in,
And with the song I play again.
With every line the feelings hurt,
There's not a moment sometimes I feel like I've lost my worth.
So play sweet melody,
Bring back those gone memories.
I don't care in which way they return,
It's my heart that yearns.
And I try, oh yes I try,
But it keeps coming back.
Yes it keeps coming back,
No longer are the days simple without keeping track.
So play on old soul melody,
Let every harmony and pitch rise.
Flowing indiscriminately,
My eyes and ears will keep aim on the rise.
For me here and now,
There are no goodbyes.