Life can feel so empty — Torn apart, and scattered — Much we left behind becomes Rusty, worn, and tattered — But though we give all to now, Brains and spirits, splattered — Don’t belittle where you’ve been, Forgotten things Still mattered
Life can feel so empty — Torn apart, and scattered — Much we left behind becomes Rusty, worn, and tattered — But though we give all to now, Brains and spirits, splattered — Don’t belittle where you’ve been, Forgotten things Still mattered
nice rhythm and rhyme x