Past, present, future

few or more feature

 

Some are good and some are bad

we can't tell if we were mad

 

the memories we made

shall not fade

 

as we close our eyes

and see all ties

 

the friends and foes

from head to toes

 

till the end

we all send

 

the pain and laughter,

all inside the batter

 

I just pray

that we all say

 

those were the days

with all my baes