Memories Poem by Daniel Richards

Memories, come out cold at night
Knowing each is boring holes in my soul
Tremors from history’s grip hold tight, tonight im growing old
But out here in the cold, iced night time air
With the wind swept streets dark and daring
Echoes are calling me near

Come with us they say
A place far away
Asking, aren’t you tired of just living in your dreams
Knowing your living just to die,
We can show reality and rip apart its seams
And show you truly where the answer’s lie
And we promise you’ll become free

Cast away from below the stormy skies
And once again live life alive