What good are misplaced memories
When they keep popping up
like overgrown weeds
In my hearts a hole that bleeds
Seems I've misplaced the remedy
Wondering how I was whole
Before this hole
Took hold
Of my aching soul
I need this art to mend my heart
Time, it's time to play your part
If you heal all wounds
By all means start
Time Heals All Wounds