Deadsoil Echoes
When the light has gone
Mourning begins
Once grief is overcome
The memory of the light remains
Close to dusk they beleaguer you
The ghosts of remembrance
The beholder of the miracles
Retelling the past you resisted
Self-deceiving, self-abnegating
Suspicious of your own inner voice
Echoes will recall the past
Let bygones be bygones
Come to terms with yourself
Time will bring the cure
Disavowing past mistakes again
Deaf to the increasing voices
Ignoring your wish to come to terms
Spoken phrases will die away
There falls a deep silence
But after some time
Echoes will recall the past
Let bygones be bygones
Come to terms with yourself
Time will bring the cure
When the light has gone
Mourning begins
Once grief is overcome
The memory of the light remains
Echoes will recall the past
Let bygones be bygones
When the light has gone
Mourning begins
Once grief is overcome
The memory of the light remains at nightfall
Echoes will recall the past
Let bygones be bygones
Come to terms with yourself
Time will bring the cure
