Memory Eraser

These are the pictures of me, shattered to frames

I can no longer pick up the pieces, nor hide my shame

These are the smiles of me, ones Ive never shown before

I can no longer pick up the paces, nor live what I'm living for

These are the feelings of me, to whats kept close inside

I can no longer pick up the love, thats bound to collide

These are the tears of me, thats faded and can no longer fall

I can no longer pick up the voices, thats awaiting my call

These are the torn wings of me, ones Ive kept so long

I can no longer pick up the wind, that sings the unsang song

These are the snow covered dreams of me, ones i have every night

I can no longer pick up the truth, thats hidden behind each light

These are the hopes of me, locked deep inside my mind

I can no longer pick up the prayers, that seem to flow with time

These are the words of me, for i hope you understand

I can no longer pick up the dignity, and this is why i ran...