walking down the streets of my youth
looking here and there for something
old not new
its laughter and pain come to my mind
yesterday's not always, a good thing to
look for and find
'cause your pain, will always become
more, than you'd ever left behind
so now, I'm wandering through my past
and still I miss that light, I then had it
disappeared and left me over night
never to reclaim its right, to shine again
so very bright, a thing of the past, a lot
of pain, a lot of what I never had
but now, shifting through the leafs of time
now I find, my pain has become more or less
less paimless, now I can shine agian, maybe
so very bright, somewhere in time
(c) JR. 2019
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