A Thousand Memories, Buried in the Sand

I could name each day troubles chased me down.
I could name each day that I felt as if I would drowned.

But a thousand memories, and I still feel alive
A thousand memories, And I still can survive.

Naming my pain, hating the game, or just plain forgetting to be sane.

But I'm good and well, remember the days despite the life of hell.

Anyone else could pretend to cry, lie and fall
but I push past it and remember everything I saw.

Because a thousand memories, and I still love life.
A thousand memories that push past the strife.

We all have days that just screw with our fine line of control
And sometimes we have problems we are resistant to console.

But I am revived, higher than the sky,
Enjoying my time to live then die.

Anyone can pretend they've never resisted to heal,
When others are have persisted to feel
What you hide under your pretty masquerade,
Realizing they have always been unafraid
Of those memories you are so fearful to overcome.
When it is so much easier to just step up away from
You.. But this is what we all must do.

A thousand memories, buried in the sand.
A thousand memories, that help you stand.