When I see that memory,
I feel like I was there
Again.

I can feel the warmth of the air.
I can hear that voice far away from mine.
I can see that pretty face.

I can't understand why these memories
Always come back to
Haunt me.

I can't find my way around these
Visions.

I try to run away from them;
Just to have some peace,
Just to live without them.

Even in the mist of my sleep,
Those times never seem to leave me;
Never ever telling me to forget about
That pretty face.

Now, I'm walking with chains;
Held to these stones.

I have to keep walking until
These chains break.
Maybe then,
I can finally move on in peace.