A spectre of the past is calling me back home again
A familiar voice,I've heard it all before
I never listened to what he had to say
for they were visions of the future



There are so many things left undone
and the things we never tell anyone
there could be so many old memories
that we'd forget to make new ones




A picture of a young man from so long ago
dreaming dreams undreamt,so many lonely roads
as dreams fade away to a selfless wake
how many tears must I cry before these memories
leave me to die




There are so many things left undone
and the things we never tell anyone
There could be so many old memories
that we'd forget to make new ones



Hear my words,listen to me
Don't assume that it was meant to be
look ahead before you look behind
savor this moment left in time
Dreams were nothing more than fantasy
left behind,unreleased by me
hear my voice before i fade away
forget the past and live for today




A spectre of the past is calling me back home again
a familiar voice,i've heard it all before
I never listened to what he had to say
now it's time,time for me to repay

Very good write!