The sacrifice of the old

Think just as it was the first time
On which I open that drawer

So full of memories, of past desires
It seems another life
I was may be worse or may be better
But I was always me

It is like when I open curtains
Behind them there’s a world of vastness

So many things, that I was able
To do and now I’m not
What have I lost, maybe I know
The skill to follow dreams

What’s happened to my temple 
Drenched in a smell so bad 
Past oracles and answers 
Seem so far to myself 

But I can pray in anyway 
That the past miracles return 
It’s not a matter of lost faith 
It’s the sacrifice of the old 

I have got the consciousness
To understand that in my hands

Can’t stay more than very few things
So something I’ve to leave
Every promise, every dream
Mean some letting go

What’s happened to my temple 
Drenched in a smell so bad 
Past oracles and answers 
Seem so far to myself 

But I can pray in anyway 
That the past miracles return 
It’s not a matter of lost faith 
It’s the sacrifice of the old