The day I left home
The little angels left behind
I could not bring them with me
And I could not stay
I'm sorry it has to be that way
Definetely not my decision
It was decided for me
But I had a vision
It would not last
I would come back
I am a prisoner of my own fear
There is no greater fear
Than the fear of oneself
I am not locked up except in my mind
I can't escape the rage in my body
My head versus my heart
My feelings are caught in the middle
So I sit and wait to see who wins
No peace in my mind can I find
A cold wind blows through me
On these lonely winter nights
As I sit here
Keeping her memory company
For I am
The memory keeper
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