To remember, to surrender to memory of these sacred shadows
My heart forced open, made to dream of what if you never left
Each day without you, the pain deepens, a path I yet had chose
The world is so focused upon the present, it forgets those bereft
Life is a cycle, with each day marked by morning call of crows
As I enter sleep and dream, but forget as we reach the crest
The mountain top and the peak are glorious
Yet it is there that nothing grows
My heart forced open, made to dream of what if you never left
Each day without you, the pain deepens, a path I yet had chose
The world is so focused upon the present, it forgets those bereft
Life is a cycle, with each day marked by morning call of crows
As I enter sleep and dream, but forget as we reach the crest
The mountain top and the peak are glorious
Yet it is there that nothing grows
