You look at all your yesterdays,
Memories gone forever,
The journeys that you've traveled,
They're yours, forget them never.
You write the words of your past,
With each minute passing,
Pages in your 'Book of Life',
'Memories' it's asking.
Not always sure which way to go,
But every day's a lesson,
A lesson called 'experience'.
With hope, you keep on guessing.
You look back on yesterday's,
Journeys where you've been,
You read this book of who you are,
So you'll remember when.
Always changing as you grow,
It's yours, so live it well,
You write this book of who you are,
This book is called, 'Yourself'.