Relentless in my passion, I will not seek surrender Resolute in my reasons, I always insist to remember When the echoes of the past return to call my bitter name The memories lost and will I had return and shall remain. My companions, I must shed like the dregs of yesterday Though they mean me well at times, I must find my way Forward is the future sought, and they are just the past Gratitude I hold for them, but some things cannot last.