A card that spoke of truth,
and lines saturated with hidden meanings
lay unattended in a corner, collecting dusts.
Brushed away it did, all of my loathe.
Something along the line of
"it's in the past, it's forever gone".
On my wretched soul the Light shone,
and I know, it's a way of life.
Shredding that treasure into pieces doesn't seem important now
when I see what I needed to see.
A new beginning from a memory,
and it's still you who's giving me this hope somehow.
