when I was young
I had a secret place
my sanctuary
within the walls
my innocence was safe
and I could hide

those days are long gone
the sanctuary a memory
one I cannot hold
my mind wanders lonely
trying to recall
but only finding dust

my heart remembers
where my soul once slumbered
safe and whole
I'm scattered now
all torn and tattered
a crimson remain

can't find the pieces
what's left of me
how does this end
even death is not so final
and so I wander
ashes carried on the wind