In this horror space between ,
I watch golden horizons fade away,
Gloomy skies make way to my soul.
Once again,
Caught up in a sea of what was, what is and what will be.
In this horror space between,
Haunted by mistakes made,
Reminiscing of wonders shared,
Reciting words unsaid,
In this horror space between,
I rest my soul in the arms of time,
A friend that is fragile and
Scarce like the days of my youth.
In this horror space between
I wonder if my friend time has time for my dreams
