Better Forgotten

Dreaming of yesterdays better forgotten

She lifts her face up to taste rain from the skies

Carries those dreams on a train bound for nowhere

The Lady with cold, haunted eyes

Sometimes death is still there waiting

Long nights she's afraid to sleep

Someday, she knows, her past will catch her

For all that we sow we will reap

Novocain runs through her veins and she's sullen

Drifting to places she's left far behind

Somehow she's never quite lost all the shadows

Those places that haunt the dark space in her mind

Sometimes death is still there waiting

Long nights she's afraid to sleep

Someday, she knows, her past will catch her

For all that we sow we will reap

Mother and lover and daughter and best friend

Artist and poet and athlete now gone

Once such a Lady and once such a Demon

Never quite knowing which one

Sometimes death is still there waiting

Long nights she's afraid to sleep

Someday, she knows, her past will catch her

For all that we sow we will reap