Memories
We turn to the little accouterments.
In a world where love is expensive.
But a broken heart is forever free.
The things that make you intimately know.
That circumstances are not what they seem.
That the hardships are opportunities.
And a warrior knows of the violence.
How to right wrongs and defend innocence.
To assume all our ancestors teachings.
And develop the techniques of goodness.
So everyone knows where they stand today.
When sunset explodes in technicolor.
And All that has been is all that will be.
When a man can say he's finally free!
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