As the World Turns
It’s a nice night time,
Long before we ever thought, ever thought
We’d be taught, taught to live
And To live without what we’ve always hold on to,
Our old days are old, old enough to remember,
…and our pain is to forget,
So we're just holding on to hold on' to,
To the history of the future,
Hoping we will remember the future very well,
Open our hearts and we got to learn some more,
That history equals future,
After all, this is the ore,
That we live in alive,
Alive In history before the future,
And gone in history after the future,
And we are left waiting,
Waiting and hoping,
Hoping and remembering,
That our memory and hope,
Are caught up in the same axis,
As the world turns.
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