I sit in a room full of people, sometimes I drift and I find myself in memory lane |
There is a place within my heart I go as often as I can, Across the bridge of memories that any time can span. I walk with loved ones laughing, rainbows in the sky, I view again life's events with an inward seeing eye. I can be a child again back in halcyon days, Or be anywhere with anyone, pass by in a haze Of fleeting glimpses, or sometimes a longer time, No pain is felt, no remorse, just a feeling so sublime. Often in the great outdoors in endless days of sun, I feel again excitement, the sense of having fun, But rain can also follow, that's how a rainbow shows. It's a reflection from within that now outwardly glows. In a spectrum that is awesome, colouring my dreams, A sense that I could reach out and touch, it realy, truly seems, That reality is what I see, no confusion here abides, And yet my life is still back there, it's not me who decides When I will leave the living world; where I sit with vacant stare, Whether alone or in a crowded room in spirit I'm not there. For across that bridge called memory I've temporarily flown To enjoy that awesome spectrum with the loved ones I have known. |