Memories play a game,
n' bring the picture out
the frame
They make you laugh
and make you cry,
Give you a high and
then leave you dry.
Memories play a role
In cleansing your
soul.
Yet they hurt, they
tear
They pinch and they
scare.
Memories in the long
run
Become the sole
source of fun
When nothing is yours
anymore
Memories knock on
your door.
With tears streaming
down,
Memories make you
smile
Memories are
beautiful;
They make life
worthwhile.
