Memory Of The Heart

MEMORY OF THE HEART
(Written by Ben Antoniadis)

Up in the house on the hill
Where the haunted lay frozen still
And hear the voices come through the walls
And murmur the quiet call

That reflection tells a sweet lie
As the lessons of days gone by
Evaporate into the sky
When the river of insight runs dry

Oh, the ghost that comes and goes
That whispers what everyone knows
And floats through the cracks in your mind
Where the fool bides his time

Don’t embrace the whore of success
Nor the naked failure of the blessed
Lest the folly of false belief
Reward that liar and thief

And as the evening shadow takes hold
Clear those weary windows to the soul
So to find a glimmer of hope
Beyond the sway of the hangman’s rope

Oh, the ghost that comes and goes
Reminds us what everyone knows
Forgotten almost from the start
Though forever buried in the memory of the heart