To Lift the Dead Hand of the Past

Certain things are better left in the past.
Prophecies unfold unto victims of circumstance
But regret is a broken window that shouldn’t be rehashed.
The alarming certainty of life is the realization
That it is merely a temporary respite between
Birth and death.
Certain things are better left in the past.
Emotions of despair overshadowed you so fast,
But don’t give up on hope, don’t let fear deplete you.
It all seems so unfair. I wish there was something I could do.
A self-directed life will get you every time.
Listen in. Listen up. I just can’t save you now.
The wheel of fate won’t let me spin this.
This doesn’t change a thing between you and me.
Tonight we’re burying your remnants, farewell my friend.
Certain things are just better left in the past. Departing quicker than the
blink of an eye.
Lamentable for being too late to say good-bye,
And now the time has come to lift the dead hand of the past.