(B. Walkenhorst)  On walls of caves, down halls and alleys  I write my name, I leave my sign  A poem of paint and bleak graffiti  Something to remember me by  You are my prisoner of memory  A flashing flood, a cracking dam  Can wash away life's watercolors  Trap you in my house of sand  I scratch my name into your mirror  I burn my face into your eyes  On walls of caves, down halls and alleys  Something to remember me by  Now you are gone but not forgotten  I am forgotten but not gone  A snapping twig, a sudden motion  It's only me, I mean no harm  I scratch my name into your mirror  I burn my face inot your eyes  On walls of caves, inside your city  Something to remember me by  Our bruises fade, our scars lie hidden  No one can know, just you and I  Under your skin, beneath your surface  Something to remember me by  When empty skies are all above you  When sighs you hear are all your own  Do not despair, don't feel forsaken  Do not relax, you're not alone