Through the field of lost memories, 
And the struggles of my past, 
Walking by the hopes and dreams, 
Of my everlasting shadow that has cast, 
Above the rain of tears that I shed, 
Is the illusion of my outgrown past. 
  
I’m not blind but I can’t see, 
The moments that have passed, 
The memories that can’t be remembered, 
The way I acted, 
I can’t explain what I’ve felt in ten years, 
There is just an illusion of my outgrown past. 
  
Every time I look in the mirror, 
I see the change, 
Moving away from the ones I love, 
I felt the change, 
As the time passed quick like the sun and the moon rising, 
That change couldn’t be replaced. 
  
All the stars in the sky burned out, 
Because there is no light to shine, 
At the top of the mountain of sorrow that has built up inside me, 
These words can only speak of me lightly, 
Calmly I break the chains that are bonded by fears. 
  
Sometimes the hate comes out, 
As I go along the road of lost dreams, 
Writing on the seams of paper, 
Doesn’t ease the pain, 
Not when I was in the hospital, 
When my mom was sick, 
Not when I prayed when she was near to death, 
Taking a deep breath would make me forget. 
  
Hope brings me back as I 
Look through the undeceiving lies, 
All the cries were waves on the ocean floor, 
After I soared through the forgiving wind and opened the door, 
I found only one illusion for my outgrown past.