Memories of the brotherhood

What is it like to relive those past memories when you have new ones forming everyday? Our fondest memories describe the life that we live presently, so how should we relate to those with the new?

Oh if I was born again,
to relive my brotherhood sin,
Days not-too-distant past, I relive those years sincerely past,
For once I lived,
a kingdom had,
a kingdom lost to time itself,
whose memories are with held,
whose walls now a crumble to futer pride,
as I live the present undescribed.

Author's Note

Please ignore Grammer and a little ryme scheme. Not my best subjects.