When we were young
We never thought
What we’d become
We never think of the things
That one day be done
As time goes by
In the fire lights eye
Sitting under the stars
Of the lit up sky
Maybe once we’d wonder why
Where did they go?
And, who are they now?
If we could see them
And if we could, how?
But the truth is some say
Always in
The strangest of ways
The people you love
Come back one day
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