I still go back
To where it had all began
My heart finds solace in the sinister trees,in the whispering wind,In the silence that sees. Here I find myself once again, even just for a short while.
As I tread forth the path, I recite the story to myself, I am a ghost in my own memories, I've been here a million times.
Here is my only escape,from the memories that haunt me.
They come and go in flashes and emotions, almost to taunt me.
A burden which I've carried, baggage which I've married. I plead! someone help me, my voice vanished, as it did that day, maybe if I had spoken up it wouldn't have happened that way, maybe if I had spoken up he'd have spared me this pain.
