The Past

Day turns into night

The sun will fall

The light will fade

Gone the salad days

Youthful in my ways

Although the ones you want

Around are not

The ones you need

Hallowed is the creed

Buried underneath

The walls are closing in

And the fear is back again

The promises you made

Are not holding up this time

The past is on my mind

Secrets on your lips

Becoming red

As fallen leaves

Ghost among the streets

Stains upon the sheets

I'm letting go of all the hope

That led me to the wolves

Lost among the fools

Nameless on the news

The walls are closing in

And the fear is back again

The promises you made

Are not holding up this time

The past is on my mind

Little stone held in your hand

Helpless to what you demand

My fate is in the air