Bitter Remembrance - Morta Skuld

The golden rule of possibilities

Upon the path we walk

If I could turn back

The hands of time

The pain when nothing is left

Hiding behind your words

The life you sacrificed

Commitments broken so easily

As I kiss the sun goodbye

And bid farewell

As I search for answers

But they never find me

And so I ask myself

Why do we hold on to the past?

Remember the one

Who stood beside you

The voice of trust so real

Why do we shelter?

So ask yourself

This final question

How much has been lost?

But neither side has won