How many times have I met you
in the strangers that passed me by
Were you the one that touched my coat
the friend that once kissed me goodbye

How often have we stood in line
just to watch loved ones go to war
Then brushed away the tears of hope
as they ran off to join the Corps

Were you the one whose heart had ached
when my ship drifted out to sea
The foundered soul whose anchor broke
the one whose dreams had yearned for me

Are we destined to always be
just passing strangers in the night
Whose ebbing flowing tides of love
never met when the time was right

So many lifetimes come and go
between ill spent youth and the grave
Hopes and dreams of generations
hold the memories we all crave

Perhaps I am still the little child
with a heart once broken in two
That walks the well-worn streets of old
searching for memories of you
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Tate
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