These memories are overflowing more than you can hold.

You try to shift such weighted grief, but you can’t feel consoled.

It’s gonna get easier in time, or so you’ve been told.

But you think it’s not fair you’re the one who gets to grow old.

There’s just one thing you must remember to warm such downcast cold.

Even if your tears can’t dry, tomorrow will come in bold.

The sun will still always gleam in brilliant shades of gold.