Time piece antithesis of my memories

Wandering you are the light that I’m following

The weary voices in the dark are calling out and I begin to walk

And every star is shining down on me alone, on me and no one else

Lord, let me walk in your garden

Lay me, lay me down on the roses

Keep me in your right hand

Keep me in your right hand

The hollow place from where I come

Some memory that I must soon forget

The heart’s a hallway vast and hushed

And far away I hear your subtle steps