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You never know how much a moment is worth until you look back on it My knees were scraped beneath my jeans My best friends were giggling at my hand placement on oak You step and tug. Step and tug. Reaching for what is ahead Reaching for what will be Forgetting what it takes to get there I forgot to live the moment I look back on now The wood chips below The half rusted bikes Nothing but three lives intertwined awaiting for that grasp Oh, what id do to be left in that tree again To hear the laughter so joyous So carefree.
