Begotten memories,
Adjacent to thine heart.
Begotten memories,
Ironically, have never been part.
Begotten memories,
A plethora of feelings.
Begotten memories,
Some here, some made, some gone.
Begotten conundrums come past us,
Conundrums we have not expected.
Stand your ground and don't lose it,
Stand your ground and face it.
It would be a stretch to let you understand,
It would be a stretch to call your attention.
If you'd have night - a killer star,
Then be your very own morning light.
The darkness will get washed away,
Even if the waves bring something with them.
Be the one to light up others.
When the tide of sadness comes,
Even when it proves hard to be,
Be the boat that never sinks.
If you'd give up, it's fine.
But even just for this time,
Hold on;
Hold on,
Hold on.

[As you lay in bed to see the killer star - your night;
know that as tomorrow comes you'll see the morning light.]