Ever so cold, things freeze when alone
pieces of broken hopes close to heart
it's never been so hard to let go
so we wander in hell, self fashioned
sleep never comes to the guilty
but they still dream awake
of barefoot and dancing under sky
of singing the way things were
something vague tugging at memory
of love and play and natures embrace
golden auras and kissing games
but again lost as shadow closes in
she will never feel his skin again
he will never smell her on his pillow
though they will never let go
when memory grows cold as gravestones
