The icy chill of the past The touch of memories long faded Obsucrity overtakes my mind What can be so sharp, blurred. The defintion's gone What is it to be one of 'us' My mind strains to remember Those golden days of purpose so far away What was our war? Why did we fall away? Our shining bodies left behind Where was that lonely battlefield? The memory-dreams haunt me I wake with that stifled scream The blood i saw is gone The blood of friends and comrades Angry tears blur my sight The lines are less defined That past glory that was 'us' I wish for it and the tears come Knowing it doesn't help Knowing only makes you long for it Dreaming of wings that once were Feeling only emptiness where they should be The icy touch chills my soul And I mourn the past loves I scream silently in the night When I Dream of Wings ~Ravenfox