Memory Lane
By Pelican.

Looking back at how it all started,
Full of ulterior motives,oh we acted,
I can't believe I believed a mirage,
I was a prophet of doubt and superstition
My visions were clouded in crismson and ablution.

Now my pen spoke while my lips was shut,
My eyes bled water while my heart was hurt,
If love was blind,then how did it find us?
Did it make us forget or did it remind us?
Questions I asked myself while you were not here.

The fear or feeling I had that maybe you never cared,
Now am stuck in the past like a man in a wheelchair,
The one who made me cry is the one I called"my dear",
So I travelled through my mind to escape the pain,
Walking down this lonely road known as memory lane.