Memorie's Game

The memories race around my mind,
They play tricks in my dreams,
As my tears trickle down my face
Like tiny rolling streams

I try to be stronger
But its hard when you're gone
I look up at heaven
And ask "Did I do something wrong"

"Is this what I get,
For not noticing right away
That he is the one,
That always took the pain away"

And always no reply
Sometimes I lose all hope
But I hear his voice
And I cut the rope

He's the light that draws me in
The flame that keeps me warm
The only thing that keeps me sane,
And his soul to mine conform

I can't bare to let him see me cry
For I know he feels helpless when I do
But the tears I cry for him
Only prove my love is true

In my dreams;
I am with him
In reality;
I can hear him

But when the day is wearing me thin
And the minutes are going to long
My dreams become nightmares,
And reality doesn't seem to belong

A minute away from him
Is like a cold winter season
Long, unbarable, desolate,
And lost in the dark for no reason

He is the escence of my life
When my own soul becomes decadent
He is my love; my hope; my dreams
And his voice holds me; though he is distant

Even though I can't contain my tears
And I am lost somedays without him
He's always there for me; always mine,
When the lights are going dim

And even though I speak to him
And even though he's there through out the day
I can't help but to cry
For the memories like to play.