Where lies the untouched soul,that dares to elude my grasp;
Clutching the hands of time,
and breathing one last gasp.
If the burning of your soul could tell,
Where destiny has worn thin,
Maybe you could look beyond
what quietly dwells within.
Oh conscience memory that speaks aloud,
What have you to say?
Are you but alone and proud,
or are you ready to pay?
Concieve not my inner mind,
for it is beyond belief.
Grasp only what you hold dear,
and pray for your own relief.