I was little, a innocent child, wondering in woods and living the best life I ever could. Playing by the river, jumping over the bushes and building the clay toys.
Running behind the cattle and holding the wrinkled hand,
I never thought I could be this strong today.

Being a daughter of Farmer and only granddaughter, I had everything I wishes for.
Time went by, the winter ended and summer too.

Dad remain at field, mom at kitchen, grandfather left the earth for moon and I could never return to that woods.
The path turn into road and those woods into town.
I ran to unknown city, with nothing but myself and all I could do was, Remember.
Being alone, having scattered dreams and wishing each night for little happier tomorrow.

Someday, the strength could get fade, someday hope but the believe remain holding me strong.
each day there was pit to fill but each time it get filled, it got smaller.

Perhaps, Time heal.

© LeeBang97