As the passing days, age all
We all grow
We all fall
Mistakes are made
And not always learned
We try to move on
As the sun sets on passing years
We forget
All the fallen tears
Strength and love
It grows with experience
All the good, the bad
It transforms
It reinforces
Making us who we are
All of a sudden
In a single blink
We are stronger
From all the setting suns.
C. Cheyanne
This is the first I've written in years, I don't know if anyone still uses this but i hope this is good if not better then my work from my adolescence.
