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Why do people change,
and lovers go?
Why these things happen,
I'll never know.
Days fly by,
and months change to years.
Why do people leave,
consumed by their fears?
Hope dangles thin,
like a stretched piece of wire.
Emotions boil up,
consumed by the fire.
Those years pile on,
and they turn into life.
Why does this happen,
when everything was right?
Summers are hot,
and the winters they are cold.
Still we trudge on,
or so we are told.
Where are we heading,
its something that I'll never know.
Will we ever make it there,
if not, where are we to go?
The steps we take,
and the dark path we follow.
Only help guide us,
and the tears that we swallow.
Night and day seem to blend,
and life becomes a blur.
How much longer till we are there,
even I am not sure.
When the clock strikes its final toll,
and our time has run,
will we be happy,
with all that we've done?
and lovers go?
Why these things happen,
I'll never know.
Days fly by,
and months change to years.
Why do people leave,
consumed by their fears?
Hope dangles thin,
like a stretched piece of wire.
Emotions boil up,
consumed by the fire.
Those years pile on,
and they turn into life.
Why does this happen,
when everything was right?
Summers are hot,
and the winters they are cold.
Still we trudge on,
or so we are told.
Where are we heading,
its something that I'll never know.
Will we ever make it there,
if not, where are we to go?
The steps we take,
and the dark path we follow.
Only help guide us,
and the tears that we swallow.
Night and day seem to blend,
and life becomes a blur.
How much longer till we are there,
even I am not sure.
When the clock strikes its final toll,
and our time has run,
will we be happy,
with all that we've done?