I miss you but i don\'t think i know you anymore.
you ebbed away like the sands on a shore.
are six years past the ones to blame?
or can the gods of time actually change man\'s core?
last we spoke you weren\'t the same.
i felt like the victim of some wicked game
where the thing at stake was my own ego.
you see, i expected a child from long ago,
from those years that we helped each other grow,
when we ran as fast as our legs would go,
when our minds would dance wherever the winds would blow.
a time where i worried not about reaping what i\'d sow.
memories of a soul once pure and white as snow.
i expected my old childhood hero,
but instead i got a man that i did not know.
i could feel it was you inside,
but it still wasn\'t the same.
i only had myself to blame
for off of memories of times that died.
the thing that mattered the most
was believing you\'d return exactly the same,
so i held on to your memory like an old ghost.
but the more i chased your ghost the quicker it would fade away.
i began to fall apart when you decided not to stay
i\'d loose a piece of myself with each light of day.
and still, time after time that image appears in my mind
and deep down that\'s the image i\'d rather hold onto,
of memories where skies were always blue,
where i would\'ve said the words that i couldn\'t say,
where people were never pushed away,
my faith and devotion gone astray,
and where we spoke of madness on a rainy day.