Our days lit by constant sunshine
strength in numbers was our design
In hand me downs we ran through town
with baseball bat and ball of twine

By golden skies and rustled tree
for reasons yet unknown to me
My eyes were keen to beauty seen
this soul my own as I was free

Then we aged the world took over
legs ran no more through the clover
As older eyes forgot young ties
no longer gods constant rover

When Ides of Winter come to be
oh times when lives were all carefree
Follow my track all the way back
to friends who meant so much to me

Tate
Original version with music
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