Same Childhood, Different Ending
some memories were pure as gold
a child hood made of dreams
the walks amongst the greenest grass
the paddling in the streams
some memories I can't recall
or have I blocked them out
the times we sat upon the stairs
to here our parents shout
most days we laughed and played and ran
most days we just got through
I wish I could not feel the days
of bruises, black and blue
a happy childhood you and I
the rest not worth the thought
we're strong and wise, we lived and learned
through harshest lessons taught
now here I sit alone in mind
no kindred sole to speak
my childhood strengthened me so well
but only made you weak
the path you took was your downfall
I faced it all head on
our childhood memories all thats left
I miss them now your gone
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