Upon the wind swept mountian it stands
watching,waiting for us to reconizs it
we go about our daily lives with it watching us, its shadow touching us
we feel it,we fear it
knowing it is there
but never truly knowing it.
we see it in others
we talk to it
we dream about it
it is part of us
but we never truly except it as real.
we would rather not know it
we know it is real to us
others say it isnt real
it talks to us
it wants to rule our lives
we resest it with all of our mights
we know if we truly let it in we will be lost to it
some call it a demon
others call it a shadow of things past
some call it truth
others still call it a fact of our daily lives
see me it says,know me
let me into your lives as one with your soul
we know it but resest it as truth
we would rather it not excest
but know it has no choice
we feel it when we are awake
we feel it when we sleep
there is no time we do not feel it
it stands upon the wind swept mountians
watching over us
see me it says,know me for I am here
upon the sands of time it has lived for all to know
upon the grave of the past it sits
it is real for most,some have concored it
leting it slip away into the darkness of night
the light touches it and it feels the pain of our past
it knowes us,it sees into our souls
wanting to rule our daily lives
let me in it whispers into our bussy ears
know me for what I am
see me for what I can do
Upon the wind swept mountian it stands
watching,waiting for us to reconizs it
see me it says know me it demands
for I am here and I am part of you
I am Pain
I am fear
I am the truth
I am the past of all
I am the part of that you turn your back on
I am the bones of your ancesters
I am the wind of the past
know me I am you
know me I am the truth of things gone by
I am the things you fear the most
I am the past
I am your past
I am your time
why you ask?
because I AM!!
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