Moving On
Memories stepped inside me,
turning my soul its slave;
and again I know and I see
the passionate love we gave.
No other one came into view,
your voice only inside this heart.
I remember us, I remembered you,
I even remember the start.
Lingering silences grew
and the flames of our fire
wavered in the wind and flew
far from my heart's sweet desire.
Dreams don't always come true.
Love drifts lazily into drought.
Darkness reached out and drew
us away and into doubt.
Dancing now within my own light,
I choose the hand I might hold.
A heart lifts up and takes flight...
I can no longer live in days of old.
