all i see before me is my past a perfect tense future
the gains i made the grains i stored little treasures of necessity
no value in what is counted
this and other easy lessons come back to haunt me
mocking phantoms of long dead ideals
the true horror of corrupted innocence
the dirt under my feet a reminder a guide
wherever i stand upright i can extend my arms
wield a weapon or offer an open hand
there will be pain there will be laughter whichever way you turn
we’ve all been here before this is not my journey alone
not until i get to where i am going
never far from where i started
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journey, our’s alone, so like all others.
another great song
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Thank you. And thanks for overcoming WP hurdles to comment.
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