Shadows Of What Used To Be

The silhouettes are all that remain: There is nothing left of them But the memories that have faded over the years. From generation to generation, The stories were passed down, But now they are forgotten; no one knows them anymore. So when the sun sets and rises on a new day, I fear soon all remembrance will disappear— But I will remember. And as the sun starts to set, bringing darkness: I will always remember.