Sunday, October 19, 2008

From Y.O.U.T.H to a M.A.T.U.R.E world

It is like a dream gone with the wind
You have to enjoy it, it will sink


It will stay so bright in your mind
Thinking about it, makes your face kind

Special times belong to that age
You can't touch them, they are so rare


You can see every one happy
Cause you see them like your mommy

You can see every one bright
Cause you like to enjoy it, That's right



Sometimes details will make you sad
But don't think about it so bad


So love this age, cherish this age
Hold this age, It's a dear heritage

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