The same way the world shines less without those eyes,
Just like those memories of, days went by,
Dust off, roar, get right back up and try.
Dreams and notions I’ll forever keep,
Oh, desires of all of you that run so deep,
Right here hurting fresh and cannot sleep,
But tomorrow is another starting point to take another forward leap.
Guess this is the poem for the best of those times,
The one that remembers the great love that chimes,
A vision that thinks love is strong and commits no crimes,
Take it on with those good feelings, no ever letting yourself be less to yourself then kind.