These memories keep haunting me taunting me. I need to be set free. Who is thee that calls upon me? Those that guide me with each and every stride, I bide my time. In echoes of forgotten things, I feel you here in silent ways. Within the tears upon my face, reminding me you're never lost. You call to me when days are long, a whispering wind, a steady song, to carry on and not despair; for even gone, you're still here. I hear your voice within the rain, within my loss, within my pain. Though I cannot see your face, I feel you in every place.