The past is the link of a broken chain
Uninvited echoes invading the mind
Ghosts of loved ones, reaching hands
A guilty conscience can be unkind.
Complicated echoes haunting your soul
The past is a memory out in the cold
What it was once it is no longer now
Allow it's secrets to remain untold.
Don't harbour ill for hurt long gone
The past will be yours when you die
It's to the future you pay the bill
Then ask the question the reason why.
The past is where it's meant to stay
As far as your beliefs can throw it
All that is dead has had it's day
Let it dwell with some ancient poet.
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