The weight on my shoulders increases with age.
Every memory a memoire to be torn out page.
Wondering of a younger age when there was bliss.
And like many others there's often a wish
To change something or many things
And all the misfortune that painful memories bring.
To set my sails and open my wings
For a brighter future to behold.
Is easy I am told.
It doesn't seem that way
So many woes at play.
So many sad days.
Yet there is still light amongst the darkness
There is still moments of joy in the bleakness
And that's what I hold onto
Those are my wings
The memories that don't sting
The ones that lift my spirit
So even though the load on my shoulder increases.
My will and resolve is not broken into pieces.