A broken past, these shattered shards

Looking back I see it all

Imagine the actions, the faces, the places

See the blessings, the gracings - of a lonely soul in an island of mystery

I'm drifting out, my mind is blank

Just merely an image in the past of an eloquent labryinth

The pain is real, the darkness seeps

And eases souls before they're reaped

We are not who we are, but simply what we see

A refection in the mirror of cracked and broken dreams

The shattered shards of a past unknown

Lost only to our souls alone

These - These are the shattered shards of a broken past