The Magic I Once Had

Every ounce of will, fallen soldiers on the battlefield, the smoking grounds, so quiet now And part of me is glad to have seen the end, I must admit the suspense was killing me; Its death brings peace And strings tied round my wrist have found the breeze now kissing the carnage, as the world moves in to forage… Beyond the distance, my eyes persist in seeing visions of futures, like cities of people; And I sigh deeply, made love to so sweetly by every promise it sings me, like memories, of the magic I once had. Desire too fueled by haste; glossy recollections of my past greatness only proved to cripple me. Defeat itself is draining of energy, and yet the emptiness it has left is freeing, oh, it brings me peace And careless strands of my hair dance with breezes kissing the carnage, as the world moves in to forage… Beyond the distance, my eyes persist in seeing visions of futures, like cities of people; And I sigh deeply, made love to so sweetly by every promise it sings me, that lures me from beyond the distance, my eyes play tricks on me: visions of futures, like cities of people, And I sigh deeply, made love to so sweetly by every promise it sings me, like memories, of the magic I once had, of the magic I once had.