nostalgia is a crime
that locks away your heart
in a time where you have to fight
to remember what is true
our parents and our grandchildren
will never understand
those we hold so close
are sometimes on the other hand
forever we may wander
searching for that home
the one that we remember
from so long ago
but it was imagination
that made these walls of stone
plaster and plywood
crumble when the storm breaks loose
when everything is over
if you my fantisy
finaly appeal to me
perhapes our lives can become
just another memory
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