Let the memories be the judge

Let the memories be the judge

Of our finite life

The recollection of our pain

The times we struggled

The tears we shed

And the lessons we learnt

Let the memories be the advocate

Of our short life

When on the brink of despair

Yet refusing to give up

When we tarried

Trying to meet up with the expectations

Let the memories be the judge

Of our finite life

When we lived for others

And left our goals

When we thought we aren’t perfect

Because of the tales of others

Let the memories be the advocate

Of our short life

When we were betrayed

And our hope was short lived

When we were mocked

And our desires crushed

Let the memories be the judge

Of our finite life

The mistakes we made

And our desire to turn back time

To rewrite our mistakes

And make us seem perfect

Let the memories be the advocate

Of our short life

When we laughed

As we shed tears of joy

When our hope was rekindled

As we moved on