Our memories are built like this
Some are clear and real
Others travel in and out
With no specific rhythmic or rhyme
Life's phases too are tapestries
With textures of their own
Some we love and some we hate
From all of them, we've grown anew
So we gather wisdom from our pains
From torment we grow strong
From the sorrow, we grow Joy
Our spirit nurtured by mistakes;
Still fated travels on..
