Our Fate

What shall we do with the time we’ve wasted For the friends we loved and those we hated What will become of those laughter we cast Those moments are gone and lost to the past What shall we do with the hardships we shared The sorrow we braved and the tears that we shed What will become of the memories that haunt The bad deeds we did to the people we affront What shall come in the morning of the days Of those who remember our purpose and ways What will they say on our sorrow and pain After greed and plunder that brought us to shame After all, we are just drifting on our fate With the good and bad writings on our slate Let frustration and guilt rot and decay Those are past that makes who you are today