It is our past that shapes our future
The times when we hold tight to endure
We grasp at the memories; they push us forward
We grab hold tight no time to be a coward
Most of the life fights are inward-born
Life’s daily struggles on the inside worn
Only we can salvage ourselves
Write the book for a future shelf
Crying and struggling to stay afloat
Paddling hard in our sinking boat
Days we gather to our chest
Sadness and loss of our personality test
The end of the matter rests within
What have we created in our pen
Days seem to drift along quietly
The sadness of the melody sets us free
Keeping our feelings locked inside
Wrapped in silence, we tend to hide
When the opportunity passed us by
Too late now, I hear myself sigh
Don’t let the days pass you by
Causing you to regret and cry
Take the time to make a good plan
After all, it’s your life in your hands
