Remeber when it all began, so full of promiss, so full of hope like sand trough our fingers it all did slip away never kept never stayed.We recall them now those left behinde parts of our hearts taken by time, never will they be more than a memory faded like so many good intentions forgotten by all but those whose eyes saw the fall. In this hour hold them close those thing that mean the most, when all is gone and our hands hold nothing at all, our hearts will bear their scars and know their true names...