Time piece antithesis of my memories
Wandering you are the light that I’m following
The weary voices in the dark are calling out and I begin to walk
And every star is shining down on me alone, on me and no one else
Lord, let me walk in your garden
Lay me, lay me down on the roses
Keep me in your right hand
Keep me in your right hand
The hollow place from where I come
Some memory that I must soon forget
The heart’s a hallway vast and hushed
And far away I hear your subtle steps