Resurrection of an old past
Going with the wind...

Gliding on slender wings
with the winds i try to follow...

Desperation wanting
the view so bleak and daunting...

I've been to this place before
i was so civilised...

In the trenches i hide
waiting for the chaos to sort it self out...

It will be a breeze
six years will hold fast...

Darkness surrounds me
lightened by the flickering of distant stars...

You got me bad
with your emerald eyes...

Her voice i hear
her eyes i stare...

There is a fear
that you are thinking the same...

Missing pieces we each found
holding hands emotions drown...

These feelings
what are they...