People always say the future holds the best
But what happens when the future becomes the past
All those memories turned to dust
All that laughter fades away
It's time
To bring back what we saw
All our hopes and dreams
We are our future, past and present
Time to bring back the memories
Will you come play with me
Just like in kindergarten
Blocks and toys turned to phones and Queen
Our memories lie inside us
Let them return from the ashes
It's time
To bring back what we saw
All our hopes and dreams
We are our future, past, and present
Time to bring back the memories
Let our past unfold
Let history repeat itself
But this time we'll be ready
Time to face our future with our heads held high
Will you come play with me
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Born To Stand Out
PoesíaA bunch of thoughts turned to poems, ready to be read and interpreted.
