Knowing your own darkness is the
best method for dealing with
The darkness's of the other people.
"Until we have seen someone's darkness we don't really know who they are. Until we have forgiven someone's darkness, we don't really know what love is"
Strangers Come To Stay.
My loved one's went away, only strangers come to stay.
This is not a dream, but a nightmare, That became a reality.
Those I held, so dearly, were taken away from me.
Those little things, I took for granted, of precious moments, way back when.
Are all I have, to cling to.
They never seemed, important then.
The dreams, we dreamed together.
Are like footprints, in the sand.
The winds of change, have swept them away.
No trace can now be found.
I'm living now in silence, with only echo's from the past.
Voices in the distance, from a heaven, that's so vast.
Yes my dreams, became my nightmare.
The hands of time are still.
Although, memories will never fade, and I know, they never will.