Thousands of clouds flast past
Easch represents a memory
A time past, long forgotten
Blurred by the mists of time
Pain and hurt, love and ache
Churned around inside
This world of lost memories
The things we won't believe
Things that made us laugh and cry
They die, they die
They dissappear through the mists of time
Slowly fading away
Until they sit upon the horizon
Barely visible
Why do we forget the past?
The things we love and hate?
Why does it hurt us o so much?
To remember back to those days
The childhood days so wild and free
Are long forgotten now
We struggle just to make ends meet
In this world of hurt
The innocent smailes on happy faces
Who've known neither death nor despair
Lets strive to capture them again
Let ourselves wander in the wasteland
Of out long forgotten dreams