Little fragments of once was,
Pieces of old things past,
A river of sadness,
A breeze of joy,
A rain of anger,
A wind of courage,
A world of emotion,
That is no more,
But will always be,
Inside of us.

We are made from moments,
That were filled with music,
Or silence,
Color,
Or blindness,
We are made from moments,
That make us who we are.