One more thing about the past... feels so good to remember those things. It came out as I was walking through the streets where I spent the 4 earliest and best years of my childhood. I remembered it all so faintly, yet it all looked so fresh, so......ahhh.....you read it and comment! Like wisps of smoke that disappeared, and rays of light that pierce your mind; A candle burns; in its fading light would you care for a walk down the line? To the past that we bid adieu, to walk into this real world. So many questions left unanswered, so many words unspoken. You can never forget the other world, as you stand and wait, biding your time. A candle burns; in its fading light would you care for a walk down the line? The sun still burns, wild and still, and the clouds still pour the rain. But your days have changed forever, And you look forward in disdain. And the day that went past, my friend; smells still fresh as an unplucked thyme. A candle burns; in its fading light would you care for a walk down the line?
