When we were young

 

When we were young

Nothing seemed to matter much.

When we were young

Sparks flew in a single touch.

When we were young

We often knew not wrong or right.

When we were young

We flew into the blinding light.

As moths to a flame

Without thought for the consequence

Our wings on fire

We surrendered to decadence.

Then all too soon youth flew away;

Are we whole? Are we now one?

No looking back, no second chance,

As we walk into the setting sun.

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