Heaps of metal and memories,
they tore my old school down today.
The echoes of our laughter once contained in the halls,
is now free to fly with the breeze,
and our aspirations and dreams may touch the sky.
For those in the dirt and those still alive,
whether friends of mine or distant minds,
though our memories flutter like butterflies,
they will always be in this heart of mine.
Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 3:11 PM UTC
Heaps of metal and memories,
they tore my old school down today.
The echoes of our laughter once contained in the halls,
is now free to fly with the breeze,
and our aspirations and dreams may touch the sky.
For those in the dirt and those still alive,
whether friends of mine or distant minds,
though our memories flutter like butterflies,
they will always be in this heart of mine.
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