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Funny
the things you remember...
funny the things you remember
when you're alone and your mind is left free to wander
time traveling through all the memories
only stopping at the ones you hold a particular fondness for
bypassing those that left you with years of insecurities
now as you revisit the child you left behind
a familiar sense of fear returns to visit
just like it did on those nights
when the only thing in sight was the surrounding darkness
your imagination breaks free conjuring up images of frightful monsters
just when it seemed you were a goner
monsters coming out from every corner
between the warmth of mommy & daddy you seeked refuge
keeping them at bay if only for one more day
funny the things you remember
a face in a crowd triggers a flashback of a past flame
thinking back on it now you'll were so much in love
there were moments of such sheer joy
and you knew how much you were loved
to this day no one's come close to ever making U feel that way
the way a man feels when he's attained everything
the way a king feels when he's loved by his queen
what seemed so important then, now seems so inconsequential
If only U had been this wise, maybe she'd still be here
maybe U wouldn't feel this great depression, this sense of yearnful longing
each and every morning you wake up all alone
each and every night you fall asleep in a pool of lonely tears
funny the things you remember you should have long ago forgotten
little snippets of information that time has buried
but so essential to the person you are today
values taught to you by your elders , every step of the way you fought them
today...If only you could somehow thank them
the lessons taught to U as a child
respect, love of self, compassion for your fellow man
with a child of your own it's now you understand
as you make your way through this life what was given to you remains priceless
so it's now your turn to give back all that you've been given
the past is now, the present is now , the future is here...
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