• A touch through time has me thinking,
    Back over the years and through the months.
    A promise to myself to not become undone.
    Yet through the rain and hail of my worst memories
    Their is still a bottle of sunshine at the end
    I remember a lot, you see.

    It may not be what I want to.
    The lost of something coming back into my life
    The feelings that become lost in such a long distance.
    The road of my emotions paved by things I remember
    Shot out of no where
    intense with the pain, guilt, anger, love happiness, and joy,
    You know those thing that make you int who you are.

    A solemn person
    An aggressive love of any kind
    The quiet sadness of feeling left behind
    In time they help shape what you become in life
    Your morals and people who go through the same thing
    So thinking back your left with one view.

    Are you happy at who you became?
    Would you have taken a different road?
    Did that one thing wrong you did slap you back later?
    Such a thing shouldn't bother you, you say
    Such things as your memories...