The Memory Of Me

Sitting back after all of these years
The memories of me are the thoughts that fuel my tears
Young, energetic and full of life’s potentials
My fate in my hands, hard work and dedication were my plans

Land, wealth and power were the objects of my success
A soul’s journey of self discovery ended up being the real stress test
Things, things and more things were the objects of my desire
Living off the satisfaction always made me feel higher
Acting and feeling like a king just call me sire

Relaxing in the joy and happiness of fame, ended up being my life’s worst pain
Dealing with the consequences of the decision made my me
Left me here wondering “is this the me I truly want to be?”
Tossing from side to side as I try to go to sleep at night, not knowing the fires I tried to put out still shine so bright

What kind of GOD would put such burdens on man?
Taking care of the kingdom and all of its riches I thought was the almighty plan
Now in my later years looking back after all of this time
I realize that all the pain and sorrow I gave out will one day be mine

We can never run from our past, no matter how long our lives last
The memory of me is the story I now recite, in modern day speaking we will say I just got hype
Hopefully my children will learn from my pain, their happiness I know my soul will gain
The feeling of never ending hope, I pray that I have not missed my eternal boat

Into the land of peace and happiness I want to always reside
Instead of dwelling on the past which always makes me want to cover up and hide
Away from the shame and away from the pain that I have caused in life
Something say’s to me, the memory of you is what is causing all of this strife

I need help, how do I get to the place of peace, living my memories turns me into a beast
Patience and love is what you have to show you
This was the hindrance, the reason you came through
To this land of eternal sunshine, the trick is you can’t have it until you know “that this place is mine”

Self forgiveness is the hardest trial in life I now see
I guess this is what is making me think of the memory of me
Time to apply what I have learned, peace and love I know I have earned
Until that day to prove myself again, I will know that truth, justice and love I have always been

The memory of me I will be again, but this time I will start a new trend
To give love and charity, this is the me I want to be
It feels good to finally be at peace and know
That this life and its experiences were the arrows and I was the bow

The memory of me is the fire to my infinite flame
The memory of me I no longer blame
My life is good, my deeds misunderstood
The memory of me is the key, learning how to be comfortable, with me just being me