They say knowledge is power and wisdom are free,
Yet these things just fade into lost memories.
Is there still a place to go,
Can dreams still come to be?
It seems that all things with time just become lost memories.
The moon and the stars don't aid in recollection,
The sunshine doesn't shine light in the shade.
And as day turns to night, and night turns to day.
It seems that even the brightest lights and the greatest dreams,
Become nothing but lost memories.