A stillness fills the air as I enter the room

a room full of memories no more,

thinking of those times make my heart skip a beat

realizing they will eventually soar.

 

To a place up above to become a distant memory

so that new ones can take its place,

that’s the circle of life that can’t be stopped

it happens with so much haste.

 

Our time has come to an end, we must move on

it’s the way things have to be,

new things have a right to make themselves know

new memories will come, you will see.