There is no silence if there are memories,No stillness in the mind, no calm in the breeze,For the echoes of the past can often resound,And the memories that remain can never be bound.
In the quiet of the night, when all is still,The memories can come, and the mind can fill,With the images of the past, and the feelings so strong,And the memories that linger, and the emotions that throng.
And yet, in the memories, there can be peace,A sense of comfort, and a chance to release,The pain of the past, and the hurt that may be,And find the beauty in the memories so free.
For in the memories, there can be light,And a chance to remember, and a chance to fight,To hold onto the good, and let go of the bad,And find the peace that can make us glad.And so, let us embrace the memories so dear,And hold onto the moments that have been here,For in the memories, there can be grace,And a chance to find the silence in the memories' space.
