It feels as though the world is too slow or too fast
that some good things will likely never last
yet the memories we built both great and sad
I hang them all up my wall, no mater how long time has pass
each one brings back stories from such glorious days
if you can see them now I bet it will brings tears down your lovely face
no matter how much we've grown old nothing has truly age
everything still stays the same no matter how somethings change