Virtues by Sean

Virtues by Sean

The past is calling
Itself the present
The past is calling
The Shots

Come here my past
Reveal the secrets you hold
Come my past
Be bold

I am ready
Patient
When you wish
To reveal to me

The secrets of my past
That have baffled
And
Confounded me

A voice
Speaks of decay
And I run away
In fight and dismay

Now I have strength
I am a spy
Breaking the code
Of the past lie

Freedom as I walk through
The arch letting the
Whispers of the dark
Scream themselves away