Memoria

A past to look back on
only to find lies and no sense of security
a life full of paranoia
and feelings of inferiority

Memories are my prosecuter
my broken hopes and dreams
shattered to peices
by the sight of true reality

as the days moved on
the darkness grew colder
no light to guide me
the previous fire be smoldered

recollection should be a gift
a way life may prosper
to remember good times
not dreams that have been slaughtered

Days of today
become more clear
a new begining I feel
a future without fear

I heed no warning
I continue re-assured
for moments of true happiness
I have recaptured