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To be

 

 

Water falls and silhouettes 

Sunsets and stars fall

Whiskey and cigarettes 

Memories hanging on a past wall

Misery and mystery 

Oh the magic thoughts of youth 

Just to grow up & see lives truth

Heart break & bleeding mascara 

Wrinkles and grey hair

People who use to thrive for living , no longer truly care

Sunrises and alarms

Daring smiles , tempting charm

Dancing in the moonlight 

Playing hide and seek with the night sky

Take me back to the days when I use to feel alive . 

When every choice was effortless and every thought not properly processed

Oh to be and see and dream the way we once did

Just to feel the feelings I did when I was a kid.

Take us back, to our roots , to our homes

To the many faces and places that never made us feel alone 

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◄ If I could touch the stars

War ►

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