Whispers of the Past

As clouds surround heaven and the night sky darkened

Moonlight's casting shadows of yesterday's evening.

While souls are roaming, wondering what's happening,

The stars are bright, beaming and blaming.

Midnight's rushing and I'm here dreaming

thinking of the reasons why you left me hanging

Reasons buried deep and kept hidden

That'll bear a hole in my heart that's merely beating.

Oh, your voice, it echoes in my head, it's ringing

I still can't help my feelings from falling.

I have become a slave--binded in the past

And it hurts like hell when I'm reminiscing.

Midnight's rushing, midnight's rambling

The cold wind is whistling

While I'm here dreaming.