It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a jamboree of all sorts,
A patchwork of joys and regrets.
You remember the days when you mess up,
The days when sadness brings tears,
But you forget all those small happy moments
When it's laughter that brings you to tears.
If only we could be happy forever,
To look forward, not think of the past,
Our lives would be full of elation,
With sadness a ghost of the past.
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
I come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows.
I am who I am, from my head to my toes.
Don't look for the flaws as you go through life;
And even when you find them,
Fumbling, stumbling,
around in the dark.
Fighting, igniting,
flames from
When into sorrow, my poor soul sinks
When a sound of despair in my heart rings
I'
This is a daily reminder
To relax,
To not get angry over small things,
To
As you travel on life's way
With its many ups and downs,
Remember it's quite true
I am broken,
Shattered into irreparable pieces.
Who is going to save me?
