Running again. Some wounds weren't Meant to heal, part of the crowd, The chocking of voices ring Only in memory. ...Slowes to taken of predictable Static scenes & searching the Shadows for an etching of time, an etching of time on yesterdays minds. ..Close to desire, reaching out So as to leave behind, the Cold of the past staring thoughts While the walls divide, Running again, some wounds Weren't meant to heal, Walkin' the wire, if learning To climb can ticket a better View, talking the line, the Waiting of windows is The closing of doors.... Torn between flood selfish Gestures & sacrifice, holding The close ones close & playing Down our enemies. Once all the ghosts have died For one all the ghosts have died..