the long ago childhood promise to never tell
who would care, no one to listen
the walls are breaking, tumbling down
dead images have been awoken
thats why i can see without seeing
how i can be in another time, another place
the images have to be remembered
the gates have to be opened
as she paces back and forth
the decision rests heavily on her shoulders
like standing on the edge of a cliff
but you cant fall because you are held there
your held in place waiting for something
anything will do
