Never Forgotten
Never forgotten is the past
Passing past memories is what keeps our past alive
Knowing where you have come from determines how well you’ll last
The world is sick with wicks of wicked people waiting for you to dive
The wicked hide behind badges and gadgets and leave no hope
To survive
It's a jungle, in every sense
Keep hope alive and pray to stay in present tense
We find being a statistic to be very easy to become
But it is we who must look at the past to prevent becoming
A victim
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