• Dreams only come when memories pass
    But when I awaken it shatters like glass
    I pick up the pieces only to find
    That some of the pieces have been left behind
    As I walk through my head, all I can see
    Are more shards of glass of another memory
    I pick up the piece to make it fit in
    But I tried so hard it shattered again
    As those fragments fall down to the ground
    More little memories are scattered around
    My cut bloody hands will commit to this goal
    To gather each little memory until I am whole
    My journey's eternal, it won't ever end
    I won't ever stop 'till my memories amend.