It seems those days have come and gone into the obscurbing glaze of hindsight.
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We were just kids,
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grasping for truth.
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But what we had can never be replaced..
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.damaged but never undone.
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And now we take our time to see how we could have done...
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So muchmore with the proximity.
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Thinking that just maybe we were the ones who'd be able to set things right -
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but it's gone.
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Factions remain,
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but the overriding mood is dead.
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So I pace around at night,
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just lost.
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Do things like this come along more than never in a lifetime?
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20 some kids,
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living out and lashing out at what we saw,
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no way we could bring it back.
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Those moments will say where they lay.
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And I see a new horizon or at least,
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I hope I do.
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Now we take our new positions out in the world,
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we'll remember those times,
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those snowed in nights...
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dreaming, hoping, laughing.
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But don't remember it to well, because if it gets too vivid you just might slide further down into the valley,
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all moments left.
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Staring at the former peaks,
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don't remember it at all.
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[Strummed to sounds not heard...to lies. I believed I could falsify love and I was right. Led with blinders I visualized the truth, and the sorrow that lives once the known was gone and I tried to identify the source with some semblance of dignity truest art; love. Should I fear, will realize, should I trust a fleeting feeling? what if this is just a facade...we couldn't stand do I rot or do I just continue to die... who would die and if this is just a facade I could not help but fall. And with falsitites fallen far from this circle - we began anew. ]
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| The Khayembii Communique |
