Warm vibes

With hope and wormth 
He looks at the path ahead
Becouse he understand
That he is the creator
With sprinkles of joy 
And memories that build him
He can accept the events of the past
Memories don't hurt anymore 
And people cannot bring him down
Right now the pen is in his hands
For the story that he alone will write
Page by page, story by story
Will keep alive 
So don't be worry