The memories are in my head...your face is what I see...the songs play in my mind. Like an obsessive creature that I have become...wanting to know your pain inside; and what you have done. It tears me apart to see what your memory as become...just another ploy in the ratings game. To hold a place in time to what was; and what will soon be.
A key will be held to a memory that was alive and true ...uncertainty in life can be so cruel...the pain will always be there. The reality of this game of life, is that we have to move on, to gain the true knowledge from experiences that have gone. You are now free from the pain that you have endured...the spot light in heaven is now yours.
A key will be held to a memory that was alive and true ...uncertainty in life can be so cruel...the pain will always be there. The reality of this game of life, is that we have to move on, to gain the true knowledge from experiences that have gone. You are now free from the pain that you have endured...the spot light in heaven is now yours.