Many times had I awoken
To a smog filled abyss
Of memories chaliced
Graceful sorrow, pains on morrow
Brought only by myself
Never to let go, but hold
Drawen by a familiar darkness
And yet today, a difference
Such aroma, free scent, deliverence
From the past, tears shed
Soon my nightmares, a distant dread
Now proclaimed am I to say
Clean scent, new air today