Sunday, October 2, 2011
When I think back to my past
I see myself aged three
But I'm crying
For the fear someone's dying
But I don't know who it is
Why at that time
Did I feel so scared
I remember the tears
But my memories remain impaired
A face looms over mine
And comforts me with word I don't hear
But the lady on the floor... isn't she my mum?
Why can't i recognise someone dear?
These I forget things so easily
Ever so fleeting; like a breeze
I may forget the day & the night
But I shall never forget old memories...