Our Past Lives On With Us

We may not be in prison yet we are not truly free For of our past we are prisoners that's how 'twould seem to me Bad memories always haunt us they never go away Until the Reaper claims us they are with us to stay. For many childhood memories are full of mental pain Their heavy cross of sorrows through their lives with them remain Children of war and famines they cannot forget their past Their living nightmares with them linger though few other things seem to last. Children of abusive parents bad old memories in them stay young They live remembering their traumas and die as the unsung Their innocence stolen from them in their childhood of tears Bad memories still with them undimmed by the passing years. We may not be in prison though it would seem to me That we prisoners of our memories of our past we can't be free Until the Reaper claims us good and bad memories with us stay Our past seems to live on with us and it never goes away.