All That Remains Now

All that remains now Long talks and walks with folks Seems like folk stories Time spent in amusement Maybe it was an enchantment False, vivid beautiful memories Now they are just folk stories Remembrances, violently churned the heart Eyes widened, heart grew warm Just a thought brought a smile Now what remains is a stone cold heart Guarded by a bed of thorns And a high wall Blurred memories of the beautiful castle Which was what it was when it was But all that remains are ruins and rubble And the vivid false beautiful memories Are blurred now, almost unimaginable All that remains are folk stories