we
carried
the
weight
for
so
long.
drying
up
our
tears.
carrying
each
other,
we
traveled
throughout
the
years.
i
look
back
in
sorrow,
watching
sorrow's
grip-
but
the
best
part
about
growing
older
is
leaving
all
of
this-
so
let's
leave
all
the
past
behind,
even
though
the
past
is
missed-
let's
take
new
hearts
and
share
them
proudly,
let
us
never
now
forget!
-the
greatest
hope
we
have
found,
leaves
now
inside
our
chest!
with
open
arms
to
other
cries,
we
give
them
this
precious
gift.