As I sit, on the edge of this bed I can see,
The mists of yesterday, off in the distance.
The promises of a bright future
Long since dimmed.
Smothered sighs of heart bowed with worry.
Looking back I can see,
Such sacred longings
A young girl full of hope,
Now dismissed as folly.
Where did she go?
I don’t know.
As I sit on the edge of this bed,
I can hear them now.
Echoes from the past,
Echoes in the dark.