Memories are the shackles of life
The longer they remain, the sharper the knife
One day you’ll wake up to a life so grand
Tomorrow, you’ll fall asleep holding a new hand
Desperately the stars will light up the skies
Hoping to regain the love of our eyes
Where time is never your friend nor foe
But our hearts know nothing of the lies we sow
Honesty sways like the trees in the wind
Everyone confesses because we’ve all sinned
Cherishing the moments of our youth
Existing with guidance, searching for truth
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