The Remains Of Air

Gust alas, the emotion of wind

bending the foundation of my soul.

Home at last , weary traveler

to my heart you have roamed.

To justify the coffin of past

crucify the shame

may the dead mistakes that we've surpassed

leave the ash as remains.

For her my heart

I just couldn't bare

to break the space

in the remains of air.

Dream alas, of polluted sway

seize of your kind

vacant stow away.

Sleeping yesterdays, into the night

along with the forgotten's memory

diminished out of sight.

For her my heart

I just couldn't bare

to break the space in the remains of air .

Gust alas , the emotion of wind

bending the foundation of my soul.

Home at last, weary traveler

to my heart you have roamed..