An unfamiliar echo
A poisoned viscious voice
Spitting words of thunder
I guess that is your choice
The future is much brighter
Without the ghosts of past
A heart is only free to roam
Without an anchor cast
Shackled to the pain
Refusing to let go
The final curtain has come down
Yet still you play the show
The finger points around
Yet you have no blame
Nobody is perfect
Two hearts are not the same
Step into the brightness
Let shadow’s be no more
Resentment just a hollow sound
Upon a withered door
