The phantom of the past is a memory of the day that were loat in flame of understanding an love an grief 

the phantom of the past is a shadow the haunt you from the memory you never let go of 

the phantom of the past is a poison of the few an many thing that are hard to swallow 

the phantom of the past is a keeper of learning through the ashe of mistake an power of it hold you to 

the phantom of the past is a key to shadow an skeleton you refuse to accept an let go of 

the teacher of the present is a bearer of knowledge from the phantom of the decade that gone 

the teacher of the present is painted by the picture of the past the painting that were made whole 

The teacher of the present is made by fire an trial of the thing we wanted to leave behind 

the teacher of the present take the ashe an paint a picture of many colors from the ashe 

the mistress of future is a dear of memory an trial that we fought to make it 

​​​​​​The mistress of future hold key of wisdom to children she bear but scare to admit 

the mistress of future has a touch as warm as a mother heart an a touch as soft as a mother hair 

the phantom the teacher the mistress is the bearer of many thing something are heavy but some are light 

the shadow of death sit there waiting for his time once the road complete