Have you ever had the feeling Of being alone in a movie theater, With your back to the screen, Looking into the projector lens At the lights of your stories, Listening to the echoes of your memories? The faint light that shines Becomes a beacon in the darkness. And so I find myself on my own paths, Retracing the footprints That time slowly erases. Listening to the echoes of my memories That were left behind. And so I find myself on my own paths, Listening to the echoes of my memories That were left behind.