• i am but a memory lost in the wind
    a forgotten soul with no purpose
    i watch the days go by and cry for the life i never lived
    i watch as the seasons go by wishing i could feel the cold of winter winds and the warn embrace of a summer day
    but i can feel nothing
    my heart yearns for the warmth of the sun
    i cry and cry but my tears fade into the forlorn sky, forming patterns that no one can see
    i close my eyes and drift to sleep knowing i will not wake, never have a life,never feel the cool caress of the wind
    i realize as i die that i will never be real only a lost spirit who walks the earth without a purpose.