Words of emotions,
That fell upon a page,
To tell of the heartache,
That love,
Now just memories to be read,
Songs are made,
From love and sorrow,
To give us hope and faith,
That leads to tomorrow,
But for now,
We must remain in the day,
This present moment,
As we go along on our way,
For that is life,
Experienced in an individual way,
With curve balls and lessons,
We get taught,
When we open that door,