Memory



At the end of the road -
Where one journey ends and another cannot begin
I dump all my memories of gloom, leave them there to wither
I turn back to walk -
Something holds me to the ground
I turn around, involuntarily pick up a memory
And hold it in my closed palm -
It's a memory of the day you were gone,
Perhaps it is just not meant to be here.

Download Audio

3 ways

Three ways to stay tuned to the updates on Straight from the Heart
  1. Like and follow the Facebook Page
  2. Download and Install SFTH+ App: Android | iOS (free and NO ads)
  3. Subscribe to whatsapp broadcasts (send me a whatsapp message and I will reply with instructions)