Quoting
Willowwind:
There is a room inside my heart
large and filled with song
where Ghosts of past do gather
and dance forever long.
They glide across my mind
dancing memories of my past,
familiar doubts, insecurities
across my thoughts their image cast.
Gentlemen of lost Love
dance with ladies of regret.
Their steps so perfectly move in time
to a dance they can't forget.
Dancing shadows, hands entwined
glide across the floor.
My Ghosts of sadness past do come
to haunt my heart once more.
Here the memories glide along
in steps I've grown to know
swaying to melodies of mistake
their shadows dancing to and fro.
I let the sad songs find me
trying to Love again.
I feel the rhythm of the dance,
my songs of now and then.
At times my mind does listen
I'm caught up in their dance.
As the music invades the present
I dare to take a chance.
As time the healer comes to call
bringing new enchanting melodies
a new dancer approaches to take my hand
to waltz with wondrous possibilities.
Sleep fair dancers of the past
I lay to rest your sorrow
the ballroom of regret is closed
with a sign that says, Tomorrow.
There is a room inside my heart
large and filled with song
where Ghosts of past do gather
and dance forever long.
They glide across my mind
dancing memories of my past,
familiar doubts, insecurities
across my thoughts their image cast.
Gentlemen of lost Love
dance with ladies of regret.
Their steps so perfectly move in time
to a dance they can't forget.
Dancing shadows, hands entwined
glide across the floor.
My Ghosts of sadness past do come
to haunt my heart once more.
Here the memories glide along
in steps I've grown to know
swaying to melodies of mistake
their shadows dancing to and fro.
I let the sad songs find me
trying to Love again.
I feel the rhythm of the dance,
my songs of now and then.
At times my mind does listen
I'm caught up in their dance.
As the music invades the present
I dare to take a chance.
As time the healer comes to call
bringing new enchanting melodies
a new dancer approaches to take my hand
to waltz with wondrous possibilities.
Sleep fair dancers of the past
I lay to rest your sorrow
the ballroom of regret is closed
with a sign that says, Tomorrow.
