How could this world sleep
When so many are just like me
Forgotten and confused
The people I loved, changed
The dream I lived, faded
So everyday I sing out loud
All I have is hope
I can't let anger posion me
My memories are blessed
They make me smile
I need to get through this
Things used to be simple
Now those are the memories I miss
My mornings are cold
Maybe I'm just getting angry at myself
So everyday I sing out loud
All I have is hope
Things were never like this
Life has ups and downs
Things used to be simple
Now those are the memories I miss.
Victor, I think most of us can relate to wanting those memories back. Good write... well said. Brian
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Victor, I identify with your words so much right now. Like you, I struggle at times to keep the hope and try to keep my peace of mind. This is very well-written; I give it a 10. Thanx for sharing your feelings with us.