• Life is like a blank canvas,

    Covered along the way with the colors of emotions; sadness, pain, happiness, love,

    All left behind from the way we've lived,

    Each person who passes through leaves a memory in the mind, a bit of love in the heart, and a stroke on the canvas,

    We can not regret for a minute how we've lived, who we've met, and why we let them go,

    We can just raise our heads high and look towards the future, because we cannot change what has happened, Only what is to come,

    We must wash the canvas clean and look ahead, because we can only move on when we have no regrets and have realized that what is done is done,

    The canvas will then wash clean again waiting paitiently for someone special to come along and make it beautiful once more.