I feel like I am missing a piece of me, Since you have left I have been bruised, Just cannot seem to get back on my feet, Almost like you were my muse. In the trenches with the knowledge of yesterdays before, Weaving between the totems of years gone by. In the waves with the crystal crescents crashing forward, Sailing this ocean of an endless abyss gone by. I remember the day everything came crashing down, Vividly sketching the lines of every single move, Repeating everything that I had done into the ground, Almost like you were my muse. In the trenches with the knowledge of yesterdays before, Weaving between the totems of years gone by. In the waves with the crystal crescents crashing forward, Sailing this ocean of an endless abyss gone by. I gaze towards the sky every night, Imagining that you are admiring the same view, That maybe I can grasp what was had of our time, When you were my muse. In the trenches with the knowledge of yesterdays before, Weaving between the totems of years gone by. In the waves with the crystal crescents crashing forward, Sailing this ocean of an endless abyss gone by. When you were my muse.