Through Time
Though we try to make it stay
Childhood will go away
Living in what used to be
And finding what's become of me
As slowly, I realize
Youth will be compromised
By the world as it is
Full of uncertainty
Never knowing what you'll see
Growing ever restless
and finding out what's best
But beliefs are set in stone
They make us think of home
And send us back in time
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