Those will be my beautiful days

There are some things holds us back from living life the fullest...

Beautiful days I grab in my hands
Days of endless sunsets and sunrises
Why should they fill my heart with nostalgia
Why isn't it Love who fills my hands
I'll fear no more losing
I'll fear not regretting
And then I'll name my clock ticks as
Memories, present and past
Certainly these are my beautiful days