Grasping memory’s

It's a shame to see a piece of art changed.

Mud slung, dust covered, sun faded

Its original beauty tarnished by the world,

By the people.

Is friendship not this way, the beginning so precious?

Laughter and memory’s, drinks with your friends.

Cheers to us, and our future

Best friends forever, childhood thoughts.

But don't new memories take over,

The betrayal, the lies

Why can’t it be possible to hold on to the original copy?

Cover it from the world.

Only have that first smile, that first thought.

Hold on, grasp at those memories

Like a bright star at night.

Remember it as the storm roles in, and the world goes dark

Keep it in mind, as the rain try’s to wash its memory away

Try not to hold in your mind the left over destruction

Don't look at the fallen trees, the muddy roads

Know there was once a star

A beautiful bright star

A star that kept you company on dark nights.

Yes, the star is gone.

But why hold on to the wreckage of the aftermath

Calm your soul

Warm your heart

And think of the beginning.

The star. Your old friend.