The End Is Near
I walked down the isle
Screaming people all around
Blues caps and matchings gowns
From a child I crawled, not a care in the world
Now I walk caring responsibility on my back
From simple times to harder times
From finger painting to complicated math equations
The door is closing opening another
The year over
The end is near
I never knew this time would come when I would have to make my own path
The end is near
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