Dedicated to MnM117
We wake up in the morning,
And look up to the sky.
Thinking about the stories,
Of people who have gone by.
Yet another year comes to an end,
Filling us with memories that we seem to depend.
We've had our ups, we've had our downs,
We've held our breath every time we drowned.
We measured life not by the number of breaths we took,
But by the moments that took our breath away.
After all, all that we are,
Are lost stars,
Trying to light up the dark.
