Help to make my reminiscing all mine
It calms my soul for just a while in time
It displays out in my actions and on my face
Oh, how to make it out of this place!
Neither space nor time can give comfort to this heart of mine.
I have been prisoner here, for a very long time.
I have wrestled things I never thought I would
I guess often than not I really did not handle it the way I should.
But whenever a person deals with their pain
Things of this nature often remain
They will hold on and squeeze whenever they choose
Often, when that happens, they are in it for you to lose.
So, come along, take the ride
That others often find themselves beholding to
You will experience things that make you blue
Seizing what you can with the little you have
Making memories that are built to last.
Memories that comfort not repulse us.
Stuff like this can never be made up.
It is real and so invading
Clouding forever our state of peace
Whenever it comes, that is when we stop and release.