Arik Fletcher (Zimbabwe)
He looked back on the past,
To all those years so far behind,
Back to those distant memories of dreams he'd one day find.
He reached back to the past,
To where the future still seemed bright,
Back to those long lost fantasies that all would be alright.
He knows back in the past,
In those young and simple days,
That if all had been much clearer they could have changed their ways.
He thought back in the past,
In that one-time family home,
That all would be so perfect even though they had to roam.
He screams back at the past,
For all the hell he has been through,
The hardships he has suffered far from all that he once knew.
He smiles back at the past,
For all the years that have since passed,
The bad times he survived and the good not soon surpassed.
He turns back from the past,
To this life he has since built,
This state of mind he lives in free from pain and without guilt.
He walks back from the past,
To this place where he touched ground,
This land of new beginnings where true happiness was found.
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