A song I wrote some time back:

The Mists of Time

I remember I once had a family
And I know that I was happy then
for I can see their bright little faces
But I don't know where. Or when

Memories lost in the mists of time
I don't know much anymore
The years, the days, the hours all run together
Memories lost in the mists of time

Yesterday - or was it just this morning?
They gathered 'round my rocking chair
I recall the scent of many candles
But I knew nobody there.