Some Old Guy's
Writings
The Memory of Pain
Got another to live with
I got room for one more
But what the hell does it matter
And who the hell's keeping score
The rage inside me is boiling
Slowly pushing the day
I'm holding fast for that someone
Worth every ounce of the pain
The heights that you would take me
A question now of maybe
The past that you pine under
Is what I'm here to conquer
Run the rope twice over
Untie the knot if you can
Said goodbye to the riddles
By the sword in my hand
Marked again by the forearm
Cold steel under the skin
Shot straight up into my head
The battle there to begin
The heights that you would show me
For our own eyes only
The song you hear in your head
For one unending moment
Coz the lights go on forever
On the road to never
And the memories within us
Recall the pain that was