We all forget things 
That don't really matter anymore,
But that's where we go wrong.
Memories are what we live for.

The guy who loved someone else,
Parents who often fought.
Everything can turn out right
With a single determined thought.

Your parents who beat you,
And the guy who broke your heart
Are the ones who should lift
You higher, not rip you apart.

The pot of gold remains below 
The rainbow after the rain.
You just have to pick yourself up
And look even if it brings pain.

Everything ends eventually
Just like a good or bad day.
The end holds beautiful memories 
Of what happened yesterday.