Remembrance

In remembrance of a view
Fresh as death's morning dew
I see a shadow
Looming before me
Standing before me
I see my destiny
I see my guide
Looming before me
I see my destiny
Clearly in my eyes
I see my guide
No matter how hard I try
I can never leave
I've lost the will to find
What's wrong versus right
My time is not made of gold
Yet emotions are left to rot
The spectrums from black to grey
An internal nomadic brain
In remembrance of a view
Fresh as death's morning dew
I see a shadow
Looming before me
Standing before me
I see my destiny
Clearly in my eyes
I see my guide