I want to burn the bridges,
I want to forget the past,
and I long to get away
from that which will never last.
Moving on with the present,
I'm leaving the past behind.
I progress to the future,
not knowing what I will find.
I realize I can't forget
what has happend in the past.
Like chasing after the wind,
It's an impossible task.
I realize that I am trapped
In the sorrow and the strife.
I realize that I can't escape
the past that is part of my life.
