Fall of 2009
I will know when the end is near
how I wasted these golden years
the stories of the wise and dear
will not save me from what I fear
this weary face that was never mine
let's take off, leave it behind
as home becomes a place to find
for once in my life, I'll take my time
so snap my spine and fire this bow
count the rings that begin to show
singing to me more years than I know
it's time we finally let ourselves go
no shame or stones or sins to atone
here where we are, new and alone
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