The remnants of the past
Are like pieces of broken glass
You try to avoid
But step on, once in awhile
Then the memories come
They come,
when youโre singing a happy song in the shower
And it suddenly changes to a sad tune
They come,
when youโre walking alone at night
And you just suddenly slow in pace
They come,
when youโre out with friends,
And you suddenly turn quiet
They come,
when you least expect it, when youโre smiling with no care in the world
You donโt choose when they come
but they do
and you let them flow
until thereโs little to none of them
that remains inside of you
They come, every once in awhile, but Iโm getting there. Iโm getting better
