The younger me
I welcome the time
When you arrive
You pull the fog
Down on my eyes
Yet vividly remind me of
The simpler times
So many pleasures
That I have had
Of little things
What time does
Dreams bring back
With you as its guide
I welcome the time
When you arrive
With moments oh so rear now
The time seems not changed you
You have no valleys on your forehead
Carved by rives of worries
You have no iron curtain
Blocking not protecting
Build by constant strokes to your honor
You have no mountains on your shoulders
Brought by thousands
Piece by piece rock by rock
Grain by grain
You are my hope
You are my smile
You are my courage
In that constant dream of mine
I welcome the time
When you arrive …
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