The beauty comes in small ways, it's always there to see, and when it touches pure and sweet it makes a memory. I've been so blessed along life's way, with memories and all. When I'm sad or need a lift these memories I recall. They are my storybook of life, these memories it seems. So I can build upon them now and fill each day with dreams.
Memories are days of old so honorable and giving.
But dreams are for tomorrow for making, and for living. There are places I remember in the banks of my memory. But now I dwell upon my dreams come share them all with me.