I think about the good times "the good times" there were good times not to say all the good times have passed away life is a song to those who love to sing along history taught me ABC was easy as 123 letters were written in cursive lines love didn't hurt when I had no idea it could it felt too good but time did what time does it grew up into something difficult to recognize bright smiles started to smudge deep whispers inside these legends don't die it's a flame that defies the flow the bend and the reshape of the current wave not every scream is asking to be saved some things were never meant for the grave what remains was never meant to be grieved loss is meant to mourn tho otherwise what are tears for though happiness is tearful not pretending to not hurt but refusing to let pain have the final word silence is a frequency stillness is a motion "was it all so simple then" is a lyrical question asking about memories had and good times shared that won't erase the joy we had nor will the noise we hear drown out the voices in the pictures on the walls of the gallery in our mind do you "remember the time"

