When I was young I did not understand it,
But now I find that I have left it all behind,
If only I could look again and see my face in the mirror,
Then I might finally recover that thing I'm longing to find...

It was only a matter of time,
Before I had to think of what was left behind,
A shadow falls across this soul, once pure,
Only to fade into the forgotten past inside my mind...

Burn it all away until the past becomes ash,
And my innocent thoughts are left in the dust,
My heart is aching for everything I once knew,
But my memory is failing and the gears have begun to rust.

All I want is to remember what it felt like,
Even if it is not like it was anymore,
I still want to breath that sweet sigh of relief,
And see the world again, as it was before...
© Britt Clark