It comes rushing back, at night in my dreams
The pain and the fear, so real they both seem-
The loneliness, sorrow; I thought far behind-
Still dwell with me here, in the back of my mind.
Long days on the road, those nights all alone
When a bedroll and saddle were all that I owned.
The dreams of the future, which once shone so bright
Now rob me of sleep, when I lay down at night.
The years of my youth, have vanished like dew-
My strength and endurance, it seems they’ve fled, too
With all of these gone, only memories remain-
Of the grail which I sought, but I sought it in vain.
Where do they go? Our dreams when they die?
Tomorrows are yesterdays, passing us by-
Amnesia, I think, would be far more kind-
My failures still live, in the back of my mind.