Memory

When life seems to be passing by I new I couldn't let my memories fly The beautiful sparkling water, the green trees, the views The pains in this life, the trials, the hard times, the times of pure determination The tiny little details, the jokes, the laughter, the forgiving, the loving, the smiling The moments of faith, truth, let down, and hope I couldn't just let that all pass by My story would be written My story would be told And my story will be heard But most importantly, my story will be remembered It will never be a forgotten memory All the moments of this life will always be more than just a forgotten memory It will be written