I walk the halls retracing steps
Distorted boards where feet once crept,
Where portraits of life once draped the walls
Bartered for dust to cushion their fall.
Sense of voice as once filled the air
In its place ghostly figures now congregate there,
Memories are haunting as time now stands still
Echoes of burden through the air send a chill.
As I slip through the pane broken glass of time
Without Looking back forgetting the crime,
Now once called for the soul is at rest
I break through the realm it’ s over the last test.