A past I look back at with clarity, memories with a warm glow.

The ones it involves though, their memories are washed by the flow.

Like a faded photograph to them it is unclear. It is enough to make me tear.

Though the memory may fade, so long as I can, 

I will keep hold of the warmth and light, to heart.

And after they are gone. 

I will go on. 

To keep their legacy. 

Alive.