Texty: Unsung Zeros. End Of Innocence.

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the time is drawing near
for me to pack away my things
and leave this life behind
and all the things i've known
and all that i've benn taught
are only in my memory
and i'm not sure
i want to go
away so soon
the stomping grounds i've known
for all these twenty years
are many miles away
like scabs from falls at five
i'm sure they'll fade in my mind
i'm scared they'll fade in my mind
the seasons change
and times move on
i'll always wish for days like these
the seasons change
our times have moved on
and i'm scared that these
are my best days
the seasons change
and our time has moved on
god don't let these be mine
GO