We carry our memories on our backs,

Walking for a lifetime.

Collecting more and more each passing day.

We walk until the load gets too heavy to bear,

And we grow so weak,

That we can no longer carry our memories with us.

We were told to let the most painful ones go,

For they are the heaviest, and a burden to carry.

But we won’t do that.

Each one is far too beautifully bittersweet

To let fall onto the Forgotten Ground.

Alas, our bodies grow weaker 

With the weight of our treasures.

They slip through our grasp

And we hurry to grab them

To hold onto them just a bit longer

But they have already been lost

To the Forgotten Ground.