From within the darkness I come forth
All that remains is the dust that holds together broken down shingles
Of what once was, shall always be.
Hidden is a mystery
Of cobwebs long gone
Desire once hidden
Dreams wasted beyond repair
Moving slowly through the fog.
Can you feel its presence?
The scent of memory we once shared?
Oh how long it has been!
The distant fog-horn of calling hackles sounding forth.
And I strain, my ears picking up its very far-away sound.
Like music from a time gone by
Strains of melancholy running through veins of blood gone dry.
If I listen closely it becomes louder
Like a beam of light, beckoning to me.
And I embrace it,
grasp with all I have within.
Hold it tight to my bossom
Not an inch shall I set it free
For freedom has come.
Freedom has come for me...