When you look back at the happy things,
                                               you just plead in your thoughts,
                                           "let's go back to that time."
                                       But you know you never can.
                           You think about when they were young,
                  when you last spoke him them,
          when she broke your heart.
      You remember everything.
          The sad,
              happy,
               funny moments.
                   Just the memory makes you cry.
                        Memories are painfully bitter,
                            yet sweet,
                               and somewhere in between,
                                  that's where you keep all of those memories.
                                        In a hidden safe,
                                          locked up,
                                          with a key pad that you forgot the code to,
                                    that's where you keep memories no one can see.
                                  The ones you forget.
                           Yet are your most sacred.
                      The memories you forget not to forget.
                 And as you sit alone recalling all of the past.
           As you cry in an empty room.
       As you sob in an airport.
            As you cry and sob and let your tears rain,
                you start to think of the future.
                      The new job,
                        the accomplished dream,
                           the husband,
                               college,
                                     more and more and so many thing,
                                         you heart burst with all of the anticipation.
                                              As you think of the future and past,
                          YOU CRY WITH A SMILE ON YOU FACE