Remember me, thy sweetest friend
     thy well-wisher in timeless bend
When I slash the whiteness of
     innocent minds, the long-lived
Sobs of severing kinds, and breach
     the tangle of forlorn youth
With newly bred tides, and soft
     fingered truth
Ne'er forget the moments we've
     spent; the dreams we've conceived;
the troubles we've lent
     As for acceptance- is it not what it
seems?
     For even you, with silver lined
dreams, retain the eminent cries of
     regret, from marks you've tried and
labored to set

As for acceptance- forget lasting
     dreams
Remember some things are not as
     they seem
Remember some things are not as
     they seem