In my mind conclude
That missing you is hurting truth
Years have passed beyond my youth so why am I not numb?
If minds are weak, without shield, and only love the songs once sung, are we not slaves to past?
In time I’ll seek, days so bleak, that worshipped tales beneath my sun in forgetfulness will bask .
My consciousness a cricket rude, jumps to being dumb.
Great time will settle this old feud
That my heart concludes