A sweet, simple memory
Showed me this,
Every cloud has a silver lining,
Every storm, a resplendent ending.
No trust in my memories.
After all, how can one believe stories ?
The storm raged and bred
And left behind a stony wreck.
A wreck, I was
One which time couldn't have dealt.
To be honest, what I felt
Are ghastly memories, the untended past.
Everybody makes mistakes,
What I did, ghastly sins, pure mishaps.
Everywhere I go, the roads will tease me,
" Look at what you did, look at what you had."
Let's not talk about that
The future and the past,
The fear and the fought.
Let's feel what in this moment lasts.
And in this moment do I want to say,
What I've done, what I did,
Nay, what I shall do
Forgive me for everything,
As I am young and guilty too.