Media Sift (Through Heart Rises)

wished long, from hope to plans
now i can't befriend myself
and this face stranges my friends
now round-faced smiles hurt
and here's me, opening boxes
media sift through heart rises and goodbyes

with each day and each look back
i remember the voice of young love
and old folks i see no more
'til very soon, it sounds unsure

with each day and each look back
i remember arriving home
to old rooms i see no more
'til very soon, the vision's unsure

until the only remnance fades from mind
like joyous eyes
and merry light
taxis and sunglasses
posters and albums
traffic jams
all years in store, condemned to limited keep
though i tried to save you, it seems
each wake leaves every dream unsure
to media sifts and nothing more