Post by Lunar Knite on Apr 4, 2008 18:46:37 GMT -5
If nothing is at all like you remembered
And everything is just a distant memory,
Just know that it will eventually come back,
Those times in that snowy white city.
Those friends of your good old days,
Whose appearances you cannot recall,
Are there, in your soul, in your mind,
Just beyond that figurative wall.
So take up that sledgehammer
Or those charges of dynamite,
And release those fond memories,
In which you need to make right.
Remember those forgotten promises,
And those secrets you vowed to keep,
Those happy days of running around,
And those peaceful nights while asleep.
Though your childhood years are long gone,
Do not forget those experiences you own.
If you can remember them always,
Nevermore will you remain alone.
And everything is just a distant memory,
Just know that it will eventually come back,
Those times in that snowy white city.
Those friends of your good old days,
Whose appearances you cannot recall,
Are there, in your soul, in your mind,
Just beyond that figurative wall.
So take up that sledgehammer
Or those charges of dynamite,
And release those fond memories,
In which you need to make right.
Remember those forgotten promises,
And those secrets you vowed to keep,
Those happy days of running around,
And those peaceful nights while asleep.
Though your childhood years are long gone,
Do not forget those experiences you own.
If you can remember them always,
Nevermore will you remain alone.
