The past is a graveyard, the things left there are ghosts
You try to sneak back past the guards at their posts
But eventually you're caught, pulled back into the present
the memories chased remain safe curled in their crescents
An ever going stuggle between the future and the past
You better live today 'cause tomorrows might not last
Chipped away at your mind, chipped away at your soul
And sooner or later you just have to let it show
And untill you get the courage to do what must be done
Your shoulders will be buried under more weight until youre gone
Let the battle rage, who you knew and who you know
But the present always loses 'tll you let your past go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice message. It's hard to move forward when continuing to live in the past.