There are so many things that we forget
When we are on the path of war
Things that should be remembered
Are in our minds no more.

We are overcome with a need to survive
That we find that we erase
Memories that should be forever cherished
What time, what life, what face?

And when I think back to happier times
My mind fades like a photograph
Promises long broken and tears
I can almost laugh

I can barely remember the littlest things
Of the time there was before destiny
Faint laughter and big crushes
Before we knew of that prophecy.

I try to remember the little things
The smiles, laughs, and fun
But I know that it will not matter
Once all is said and done

Life moves on, it doesn't stop
For either man or memory
My sorrow will not change a thing
In all eternity

The war will go on and we will fight
And so, so many will die
I know that we fight for good
But sometimes I wonder why

Life has bitter irony
As we march to war for peace
Death has come to stake his claim
On those at the end of life's lease

I try to think of better times
When the world seemed so much brighter
When I was a scholar and a love
When not one of us was a fighter

We are now soldiers, one and all
Our faces grim and cold
Our minds are on the battle
Will we remember it when we are old?

Yes, we will, I know that much
But really, why can't we
Remember times of peace, not war
For that's what matters to me.

It doesn't seem to make much sense
But nothing does these days
I suppose I'll just mark it off
To one of life's strange ways.

Now the battle is about to be fought
The field is getting tight
I raise my wand, my magic sword
As I prepare to fight

A voice cries out, a flash of green
And then I'm looking back
I see all those forgotten things...
And them my world goes black.

There are so many things that we forget
When we are on the path of war
Things that should be remembered
Are in our minds no more.