Looking Up
No longer am I so innocent But so much am I naive Yes I am not the same But important things never stray Tomorrow might bring the winds of change I'll let them blow right past me Why would I not be myself for a stranger? When all along I've been here Myself around my founded family Laughing and crying as time goes by Till it's all just a memory
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