The memories like a swirling cloud of a distant life that knew no bound.
A soul that hurt and knew the fear of loneliness and uncertain frown.
Like echoes from a distant room they come to haunt and I feel them Strewn about my mind like swirling clouds from a distant life that knew no bound.
In tortured twists and silent words I hear the memories like angry verse they come at dusk they come at dawn they come to hurt they come to mourn the passing of a life so torn with anger lust and passing scorn like swirling clouds from a distant life that knew no bound.
The gentle flower with deadly thorns it comes to rescue it comes to forge a future damaged a life that's torn it comes to laugh at the carnage caused. The pain the torment have all but gone the guilt remains and the damage done like swirling clouds from a distant life that knew no limit that had no light.
And now with faith I am awake I feel the power that makes me quake. It fills my heart it fills my soul with love that glows as I grow old. It gives me guidance it makes me warm from a life that matters that is not worn like a swirling cloud from a distant life the other power that gives me light.
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Very nice - thank you, Andrew.