While echoes of my words seem overdue
Some whispers of my thoughts keep pushing through !
While echoes of my words seem overdue
Some whispers of my thoughts keep pushing through !
These are the dreams that we’ve forgot
They’ll linger long or tarry not
Because we are all that we’ve got
This is our goal, our life, our lot !
Forgotten things you’ve left behind,
Footsteps in sand as days unwind,
A trail of tears that time may find,
The scent of air amidst the pine.
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