What opportunities did I waste?
Did I let my trials and tribulations rule my life?
I tried to show patience when passions were hot,
And smiled a bit at the victories I got.
Sometimes I'd run, but then I'd brake
I suffer with the memories I make.
What is left when all is said and done?
My accomplishments, My dreams, My hopes?
They will fade within deaths night.
No medals, no trophies, no heroes in site,
My final thoughts, the only things I am allowed to take,
Like unfulfilled wishes are the memories that I make.
Will I walk into the light, see the pearly gate?
I wonder if the tunnel is long or short?
Will loved ones be the ones to judge at last,
Those things I kept hidden in the past?
The evidence will be clear to take,
From the final memories that I make.
Rest my head upon the cold hard ground,
And when the mourning is over and done,
What will be left for those who cared,
Are the thoughts and the dreams that I shared.
The things I did for friendship's sake,
Are as lasting as the memories I make.
