Abigail

I was told I lived in Paris 1930's high life Lost my parents, dressed nice In another life In another time Met a little girl who felt like she was my friend from then Abigail's sixth sense Caught in her eyes From another time Some day if I come back, a child Will have visions of mine Daily living, highlights From another time You move freely Down out When you hit the ground You float up unbound Let go of the ones behind They can't see you now While you're looking down Waiting on new life Maybe I'll come back and so will you and we'll meet again Reintroduced old friends In another life In another time Or I could be on the final iteration of me Am I ancient memory? And only with time Will it be defined