Do you remember, remember the days, we used to run like wild things through the woods
Do you remember, remember when it started, when you turned your back on me?
Do I expect a call asking for help or do I expect nothing?
Do you remember the days of a small town in the middle of no where where children played safe and free?
Are the memories pouring or boring?
And the holes in them.
It’s the moments of green left far behind and scraped knees and the accidents of youth.
It’s the sunsets of the past that were loved in the feelings of an endless tomorrow.
Being forced out wasn’t what was the worst, the worst was being slowly but surely demoted.
When we became strangers.
Those are the moments that make the anxious searching harder,
When we do meet again, I want you to know I do still love you.
Isn’t it the most important that regardless of these things they can be forgotten.
Saw so many potential grudges, but couldn’t keep them long enough.
It just needs to be remembered,
That I go back there because I miss my family.
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