[Words: John Brenner] Lonely spirits hide behind my sight They search the ruins of a dying mind Dredging deeply for my will and courage To face the future cleansing of my dreams Piles of ashes sifting through my fingers Wailing to the winds of remorse and regret The only remnant of the Past and of tomorrow A shriveled life, a withered destiny Upon a pyre, the ruins of my vision Are burned away, freeing them of sin Who cares to resurrect the unremembered and unknown When even the ashes are just a memory