Remember the days when our feet led the way
When a kiss was the cost of our slowness
And the circles we'd run were like laces undone
To be young and get caught once again
Remember the time long before the design
When the ink was as wet as the ocean
And we'd dance in the tide til the ink would subside
And our feet would print poems on sand
Remember the years when the days disappeared
Like the pages torn free from the ledger
Though the fury of hands met the day's chief demands
It was story so full, now it’s empty
When was the line that we crossed and we signed
When we promised ourselves we could make it
Now we lie in the yard and plant seeds in our scars
And await the next rain that might wake us
Now remember the years when the days disappeared
Like the pages torn free from the ledger
And off they would fly, paper cranes in the sky
Til the moon was obscured by our treasures
Now the moon is obscured by our treasures

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