(B. Walkenhorst)

On walls of caves, down halls and alleys

I write my name, I leave my sign

A poem of paint and bleak graffiti

Something to remember me by

You are my prisoner of memory

A flashing flood, a cracking dam

Can wash away life's watercolors

Trap you in my house of sand

I scratch my name into your mirror

I burn my face into your eyes

On walls of caves, down halls and alleys

Something to remember me by

Now you are gone but not forgotten

I am forgotten but not gone

A snapping twig, a sudden motion

It's only me, I mean no harm

I scratch my name into your mirror

I burn my face inot your eyes

On walls of caves, inside your city

Something to remember me by

Our bruises fade, our scars lie hidden

No one can know, just you and I

Under your skin, beneath your surface

Something to remember me by

When empty skies are all above you

When sighs you hear are all your own

Do not despair, don't feel forsaken

Do not relax, you're not alone