Memories lie like ashes in a cold fire place Scattered by whispers of the past. Dust devils of emotions twirl and race, Dodging depressive shadows the sunlight casts A winding stair that once lead to dreams Of lovers entwined in lust. Spiders web of love, high on the beams Broken by the flies of mistrust. Where the windows cry with teardrops of rain And the hearts of lovers turned to stone. No happiness lingers, there is only pain Of a broken man sitting alone