Being born brought a history.

And living becomes a story,

So are the days making memories

As we watch the Sun come and leave.

Like a clock that never hit its last minute,

So were our days like it's never-ending.

But, as I watch the Sun soaring high,

I remember the stars disappearing at dawn.

Every sad songs and stories we hear

But its start and end is all they bear.

And as we hit the end of our days;

I hear our cries chanting in tears.

The last tears that concluded our story

Was our last fear of leaving with memories.

But that's when our past began to bloom,

And like a child, we cherish our past as we move on.