Echoes
of history blast from very far,
Doors
once open are still left ajar,
Feelings
that were intense are now strong with love,
Time
is still so fresh,
I
can hear the last tick of the clock still in the air,
The
candle still shining many light-years on,
Still
the radio playing that classic song,
Now
the truth finally downs,
That
I grew old without you,
I
stand alone holding this picture,
Tears
from my eyes wiping it clear,
Let
the memories come back alive,
As
I slowly crawl back in time,
I
meet many familiar faces on my way,
Some
being washed away
By
old blood flowing in my mind,
.........................................................
…………………………………….HELP
FINISH ME
