I can hardly keep it up,
cause time went so fast,
Looking to some of the memories I've made,
with people in the past,

Some of them are still with me,
some of them are not,
But I'm so thankful,
for the memories I got,

One of them,
Wasn't ment to die,
Sometimes he still managed,
to make me cry,

He was just six years old,
a little fellow you would say,
I still think about him,
every year on his birthday,

I've met so much people,
some of them were good, others bad,
Some could make me smile,
some of them made me sad,

But memories made me,
what I am now,
I would never change that,
If that was possible somehow,

I'm proud of who I am,
you should be too,
Cause no one will tell you that,
you know, that is true,

I don't know what the future brings,
or what I will be,
But there will always be people,
that will stay close to me,

Now I'm gonna sound like my mom,
not much, just a litte bit,
She would say: It's not the destiny,
more important: the way to it,