Its you alone...

You look back lost in time,
and you laugh to hide, to confine.
The memories that should be there no longer,
so unsuspecting souls, oblivious, grow fonder.

Hurt and happiness, both rush back together,
all they can offer, is but a mere gesture.
They'll just grow, with the days gone by,
what can they do? Laugh? Comfort? Or cry?

It's you alone who can look forth,
for the past is the dusk that we loath.
Forget the cliche and decide,
to have a hope, a smile and fight.

So much to live, to learn, to share,
with me and others, and all that care.
To come is a glowing morn,
but its you alone, who can move on.