As time flies by, they are born maiden,
Deep in our minds, they live hidden.
Time to time, they spring back,
Taking us for a ride back,
Making us remember,
Our past altogether.
Be it your childhood puppet glove,
Or be it your ever lost love.
Be it your near and dear,
Or even your foes, not so dear.
They bring smile at times,
Or cause pain at times.
Go wherever, do whatever,
Memories live in you forever….