I am the past
I am that which colors your name
I am that which perhaps causes much pain
Some choose to pay me no heed
Some would rather they had not done such a deed
Others rejoice in the yesterday
Others remember their way
I am that loved one you have locked away
I am that loved one you celebrate to this day
To many I am a childhood of fright
To many I am a parent\'s delight
I am that wisdom you crave
I am your own minds slave
But to all I am the same; the sole heir to your name
Face me, for I am what you were last
Face me, for if not you may live too fast
Face me, for I am your wrath
Face me; your everlasting past