Walking down memory lane,
Reminiscing everything with haze,
With all that had been before,
And what it has become of now.
The wind the way it used to rage,
And how it turned into a craze,
All the flowers that blossomed before,
Have now, withered to the core.
The once bright and clear rays,
That fell and lit up every place,
And now a dull beam of light,
Where it falls, no one knows.
The shadows behind us all the way,
Being there whether sad or gay,
Leaving us now and going astray,
Where they will go, is unknown till this day.