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Younger Again


When I was younger I would play; there was nothing for me to pay.

I would swing and dance; now it just seems like I'm in a trance. 

I knew love like the back of my hand; back then I knew how to take a stand.

I could run and play and never have a worry; remember all the treasure we used to bury?

When I was younger, I didn't have a care; that was when we always played fair.

 

It makes me sad to know it's not like that anymore; now I realized there's more than a card game named war.

People aren't fair, and people don't care; to ask "why?" No one would dare.

I realize now, there is no teasure to be found; we no longer jump, leap, and bound.

We don't remember the things from childhood; it doesn't really seem like there is anything left that's good.

When I am finally released in the end; that's when I know I'll be younger again.

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