Fresh air expands my lungs

Festered thoughts litter my mind

Troubled by what was

Trouble is I canít let go

I watch the paper puppet show

A twirling macabre dance

Shown only for me

The sights and sounds

The twisting of up and down

Beneath all that is you

Remnants remain of wrongs

So furiously fought to find the light

Eyelids are heavy with knowledge

That never should have been

And I cry into the night

This should be forgiven

The path no longer ridden

But the shadow has been blurred

And burned by the sun

Searing my soul with its afterglow

Till I forever replay

Events for which you

Shall eternally pay