A cracked mirror won’t look the same again
A resurrection forever won’t last
There’s no going back on a one-way lane
As all things behind me become the past
In tough times I’ll recall a memory
But they keep slipping from my fingers
Thus I forget that which made me happy
Despite those golden times the pain lingers
But if my sanctuary is crumbling
I can rebuild it with new memories
They will protect me when down I’m tumbling
And grant me strength to rush my enemies
I walk on. The future is waiting for me
And I’ll go and a build a new memory.
30th June 2003
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