Sorrows Past

Aching memory,
Vast and old,
Cherished family,
Casks of gold,
Sacred tombs where
Mortals rest,
Flowers wither on
Sacred breast,
Sobbing winter,
Dry leaves fall,
Colors splinter
accross the hall,
Where faded glory,
Songs of sorrow,
Dance and mingle,
Dawn tomorrow,
But tonight we
Are the dance,
In a melancholy trance,
And on our cheeks,
The tears are blood,
Pained by memr'ys
Aching flood
Vast and old,
We lose our souls,
Wither away,
And sing our song,
Alone at lost,
For far too long.