Ashes

Lonely spirits hide behind my sight 
They search the ruins of a dying mind 
Dredging deeply for my will and courage 
To face the future cleansing of my dreams 

Piles of ashes sifting through my fingers 
Wailing to the winds of remorse and regret 
The only remnant of the Past and of tomorrow 
A shriveled life, a withered destiny 

Upon a pyre, the ruins of my vision 
Are burned away, freeing them of sin 
Who cares to resurrect the unremembered and unknown 
When even the ashes are just a memory