The window of my heart

I look through the window of my heart,
To reflect memories right from the start,
I look for times that I still  hold,
But I have just fragments new and old.

The passing of time has not been kind,
For good times are hard to find,
To forget the times that made me sad,
And separate them from the good times had.

My mind just cannot decide,
What memories to hold and what to hide,
Can I hold tomorrow's story truely,
And remember what's important to me.

The passing of time has not been kind,
For good times are hard to find,
To forget the times that made me sad,
Separate them from the many good times had

Though today will soon be gone,
Can't stand still I'm  moving on,
With the hope I'll be able to,
Recall good memories old and new.

So the passing of time has not been kind,
And all the good times are hard to find,
I'll try to forget what made me sad,
And separate them from many good times, had...

Ballad, orchestral, male singer.