Time To Pull That Plow
I tell myself to look away as I seek to avoid the truth
But even when I close my eyes I find that it’s no use
Seems there’s no escaping from the memories of my past
I see now it was foolish to think those days would last
So here I am I spend my days remembering how to forget
The memory of our glory years and joy of time we spent
How could it be those hours have so quickly slipped away
What kind of fool was I to think they were here to stay
But now I’m told I must move on and learn to pull a plow
Set aside my youthful ways and forget my dreams somehow
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