As I watch the rain come down the pane,
I dream of days that've since gave ‘way,
I’ve seen this particular scene before,
In another life or perhaps before.
The growing green and pending sun,
In the dark wet earth are all but gone,
Was there ever such a time as this,
A time without worry, only hope and bliss.
The ages of wisdom guide from above,
With a gentle hand and quiet love,
The unspoken word and the shouts of play,
What legacy is left us here today?
I watch the adventure of old unfold,
And I wonder who or what was stole,
For now I am certainly much too old,
To see the world with good untold.
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