I have inherited all that was the strife of everyone before me
the ashes still remain never set free from the pain it endured

there is no strength to let the days of old pass through
the weight remains tied to the legs of those who can remember

when can the hands grab together to take claim to the blame
the blindness killed the bones drove the stake to the heart and lungs

turn blind eye to the truth that lies in this blood drives the mind
deeper deeper into to the wild of crossing strings and swaying dreams

the dagger is there in the bones in the strings that bind all of us
we lick the wounds each time it jabs temporarily healing the soul

still the ashes remain tucked away out of sight out of mind
they will never reform into what once was

a soul lost in the cold cold world
left us here to remember what was or what could be