Memorial Hills
Memorial Hills, which to gaze upon bring thoughts of our past
The Woods of my younger years
The Center of our former lives
A Time when life was easy and our dreams were ambitious
A Revival of the love we left behind and abandoned in the trees
Memorial Hills, a symbol of greater times with greater purpose
The Elation of knowing my former life
The Desolation of failing our younger years
A life of monotony
Lesser times with lesser purpose
Dreams die young beyond the woods of Memorial Hills
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