If memories we could forsake,
How could we then, how could we break?
If memories we could forsake,
How could we then, how could we break?
If memories we could forsake,
How could we then, how could we break?
Memories are not grains of sand,
A name etched on an unknown land.
These are scents that cling to soul,
A message in fragrance, making whole.
If memories we could forsake,
How could we then, how could we break?
With life's desire, in memories we roam,
Alone we wander, in emotions' home.
With smiles upon our lips we find,
We drink this sorrow's wine, entwined.
If memories we could forsake,
How could we then, how could we break?
Some rituals, some vows, some plea,
Are companions to eternity.
Some rituals, some vows, some plea,
Are companions to eternity.
Where heart exists, then pain will bloom,
Without pain, what is life's room?
Moments that fade, moments that flee,
These moments, they belong to thee.
Memories they prick, each eve, each morn.
If memories we could forsake,
How could we then, how could we break?
Memories are not grains of sand,
A name etched on an unknown land.
These are scents that cling to soul,
A message in fragrance, making whole.
If memories we could forsake,
How could we then, how could we break?
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