On the wind
The voices of the past
Remind us of our triumphs
Our failiures, loves and losses
Those choices made
That makes us, us
We all hear those whispers
Of what we could have been
And reminisce of time gone by
Of hopes endured, dreams come true
Or sorrows that forever live
For people lost friends gone
These guiding spirits of the past
Direct us onward down our paths
They tell us what is our best course
For happiness and contentment
To reside with us forever more
May be I’m hitting my mid life crisis but thinking a lot more about my past and friends alive and not.
I hope this melancholy lifts soon