No longer looking at the present

For it only brings resent

Attracted to past memories

Same face before me, yet can't seize

 

Truth would bring forth enemies

Hatred out of the angel on her knees

What is past is happiness along with hate

My eyes glisten with envy looking outside the gate

 

Beauty of the rose faded thorns are left next to my fate

My back faces the bridges and rivers I had to create

Should I walk away from this land

When retrace the steps I must understand

 

Happiness was, not is, at hand

Stranded in currents I must make my stand

River streams overflow with barley standing bridge

I will not drown letting my body cringe

 

This land senses my shadow fading

Riptide tightened its grip and thought my heart was for raiding

The constant pull

Causing this affection to turn dull

 

That is why only shoe prints remain

Damp cloths and thorn cuts, this place left a stain

Eyes glazing over the gates of this holy sanctuary

Once my foot strides forwards this place will bury

 

Fear strikes as once I leave I'll be attracted to this memory

The thought sweats, this could be the end of me

What if I walk away

Want to come back but the path has gone astray

 

The holy sanctuary will live forever married

Or end with dried rivers and burned bridges forever buried