Memories unforgettable and unforgotten

Chased by ghosts past,
O soul when will thou breathe thy last?
When will these phantoms stop chasing,
you in your dreams un-phasing?
When will these specters of old,
stop appearing before your eyes tired and cold?
Will there be no respite? Will there be no relief?
Will there be no relief for thy unshakable belief?
When will these hurtful memories cease to affect?
When will this burden lighten my chest?
O sinful soul! When shall thee breathe,
the clean fresh air and not let the wreathe
of some memory coming back to haunt thee?
When will this be? Pray I, please tell me.

Life

Life aint a bed 'o roses,but it aint a thorn bush neither
Life sure ain't sweet, but it ain't bitter either
There may be love, there may be lust
But sure as hell you will be dust
So live your life full while you must
For its not about what you lost but that you lost all and still trust.