Your age will shrink you every day,
But she will go on growing,
Creating your tommorrow,
And who knows if you'll be there then?
Never is she truly gone,
Though you can try to leave,
When you move on to better things,
She will just move on with you.
She can and will be anything,
She change on countless times,
Is she your friend or enemy,
Only you can ever decide.
You only can look forward,
Because of what you left behind,
Yet people still underestimate,
The relevance of the past.
2006-10-05
02:06:56
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