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Apr 2016
Just a pop song with
these few chords.
So why does it strike so
many in my mind?
Remembrance of things past,
hopes rise and fall.
The world's betrayal
of youth's naivete.

words and songs that touched me,
all the ones that left me cold.
so many stories thought of ,
only to be untold.
In a singers cracked voice,
your life seems to be;
Bonded with
words in a
song's melody.

An honesty harmony
fills body and mind.
Sleeping feelings rise
in sudden passion.
Words andΒ Β music riding
each others wave.
Hope living on
in youth's naivete.
Gregory Paul Dancer
Written by
Gregory Paul Dancer
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   PJ Poesy and Brent Fisher
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