To look back is to see forward
We are ancient history
Condemned so long ago – spiritual forces in control
The world is a canvass painted not by you
Destiny seems clear – do not know what to do
A storm rages in your mind, clouding your perception
Trapped in a daze and misery
Recreate at all costs – reality
Gripped by fear – it is your demise
Strength so dear means compromise
Image to uphold – another soul is lost
What means faith – who is counting the cost?
Do not live for tomorrow – live for yesterday
There is only one choice – life and death
Anon's Record 