I am the ghost in the machine;
I am the dream that's dreaming me.
I am the desire that smoulders within--
The fire that burns; that quickens.
I am the song that sings itself;
The ocean's deep and forest's wealth.
I am the lover in the night
Who seeks the truth as his delight.
I have been saint of lost causes
And I have been victim of great losses.
I am the pulse that beats for one;
The heart-beat racing for the brightest son.
I have been called golden;
And I have been called friend--
I am the spirit, lingering within....

The Remnants of AS....