I'm like a childhood memory,

long and forgttoen, long and broken

I beat like your grown heart,

strong and powerful, strong and bruised

I remember once, when mother would cook, when father was there

Those were the days.

Then the days turned to nights,

dawn, to dusk.

With all happiness, comes sorrow.

With all sorrow, comes regret

The beginning was sweet, the air was light

The ending was sour, pollution suffocating you until

No more.

I wept. I wept for you, I wept for me, I wept for the world and the Hell that we are all living.

I wished so many nights to have you back, father.

I wished so many nights to not be lost, father.

I prayed and prayed, but there was no God to answer me. Only Silence.

Only the memories. The memories that faded, long and broken.

The heart that was once strong and powerful, now strong and bruised.

The beginning was sweet, the air was light.

The ending was sour, pollution suffocating me until

No more.