Shards of my Past

In the dreamscape where the echoes play, Fragments of me from yesterday, A maze of mirrors, time's deceit, Versions of me that I must meet. Through the layers of the night I roam, Each step closer to finding home, Clones of ages in disguise, I chase the truth through endless skies. From the child at six to the youth at eighteen, Every version holds a hidden dream, Through the challenges and every twist, The real me is in the mist. Through the layers of the night I roam, Each step closer to finding home, Clones of ages in disguise, I chase the truth through endless skies. Find the shards of my past, In this labyrinth, I must last, Gather pieces of the years gone by, To bring the truth to light, I’ll defy. Lyrics from the past guide my way, In this game of dreams, I’ll sway, With every clue and every song, I’ll uncover where I truly belong. Find the shards of my past, In this labyrinth, I must last, Gather pieces of the years gone by, To bring the truth to light, I’ll defy. In the dreamscape’s final show, I’ll reveal the truth I know, Gathered pieces in my hand, To stand on stage and make my stand.