to be a fond memory like being a lost dream its transcendance for a moment but now seems unclean to be lost in your midst like being swallowed in envy its powers to behold but now seems to be a kindred frenzy thats wot i am a memory lost to your voice i slip away kindly if ever heard again to be followed blindly im gone from your world a spirit torn asunder no longer an angel to you, a memory, a blunder