Niamh
Lost in Time: A Tale of Longing and Immortality
Lyrics
I made my way through rolling fire
I navigated through intense challenges and difficulties.
Never gave up, never gave up
Persisted without giving up.
If I told you about why I fight
If I were to share the reasons for my struggles.
Never enough, the hunt
Despite efforts, it was never sufficient; the pursuit continued.
I saw her on a horse so white
Witnessed a woman on a pure white horse.
Long golden hair, green eyes
Described her with long golden hair and green eyes.
She took me to a land of light
She led me to a realm filled with light.
Carried me off, white horse
Carried me away on her white horse.
Now here I am I've lost myself
Currently, I find myself lost and disconnected.
Come back, I can never come back
Yearning to return, but it seems impossible.
Didn't mean to erase myself
Unintentionally obliterated my own identity.
Am I still here or am I long gone?
Uncertain if I still exist or if I've faded away.
The golden golden palaces
Referring to magnificent, perhaps otherworldly, palaces.
Ancient, oh all were ancient
Emphasizing their ancient and enduring nature.
Thoughts of all those I'd left behind
Reflections on those I left behind.
Shut off, oh they just shut off
Feelings of isolation as connections are severed.
Niamh can I ask you why
Possibly addressing Niamh, questioning the reasons for separation.
I've been away a long, long time
Expressing a prolonged absence from a familiar place.
Whoa if I let you go
A plea not to leave, possibly directed at Niamh.
Don't step off my horse so white
Cautioning against leaving the metaphorical white horse.
300 years in love
Indicating a love that has endured for centuries.
Always stayed young, never grew old
Staying young and avoiding the aging process.
Didn't mean to erase myself
Repeating the unintended erasure of identity.
Am I still here or am I long gone?
Questioning existence and continuity.
My eyes are caving in
Describing physical and emotional deterioration.
Bones turned to dust, oh please let me on
Expressing a plea to be accepted despite decay.
So here I ask myself
Engaging in self-reflection about the possibility of returning home.
Can I go home? Can I go home?
Pondering the feasibility of returning to a familiar place.
Can I go home? Can I go home?
Repeating the contemplation of going back home.
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