The longer we live, the harder it is
To remember our fading past
Our memories somehow slip away
Destined never to last

Have you ever wondered what happens
To the things that we forget?
They're handed down in the stories we tell
To people we've never met

As time goes on they start to grow
Each time that they are told
Sometimes our memories are written down
In a book that might be sold

While others may turn to legend
Growing bigger every day
Some are told a thousand times
Each time a different way

Our memories start to fade with time
But they're not finished yet
People will know the life we've lived
In the things that we forget