Friends, friends, I go again. Don't look upon my regrets.
Friends, friends, I leave again. Don't think about my sorrows.
I'm long gone now but we can still look upon our tomorrows.
The distance is great, farthest I've been.
The distance is great, my charade will begin.
I'm not as strong as you thought I've become, my eyes filled with tears because of the years of things we'd done.
Don't worry, don't fear, my spirit is still near.
Don't worry, don't cry, this is just goodbye.
Think not of what I am to be, just keep me within your hearts; because with you I am free.
By: D. L. Smith
Written on: 3/14/2016
Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 9:58 PM UTC
Friends, friends, I go again. Don't look upon my regrets.
Friends, friends, I leave again. Don't think about my sorrows.
I'm long gone now but we can still look upon our tomorrows.
The distance is great, farthest I've been.
The distance is great, my charade will begin.
I'm not as strong as you thought I've become, my eyes filled with tears because of the years of things we'd done.
Don't worry, don't fear, my spirit is still near.
Don't worry, don't cry, this is just goodbye.
Think not of what I am to be, just keep me within your hearts; because with you I am free.
By: D. L. Smith
Written on: 3/14/2016
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