βRemember, rememberβ no sooner forgotten,
The allure of wonder, yet another broken promise.
For it was written but it never went that way,
So weβre left with the promise of better days,
a tomorrow of love, a peaceful hereafter.
Hope turns to fear after another disaster; I carried your dreams before you could bare the burden,
I etched your memory in blood and soil.
I wished to clear the storms and seek new pastures,
but you watched as my hope just went away.
You watched me weep, oh if time could speak; youβd understand how lonely this life can be, how cold and damaged a broken heart becomes, when time fades and curtains close on better days. You will remember me and know that you should have loved me yesterday.