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and they day ends and fades

bringing more children to the graves

they all seem to grow up so fast

in a mommet the presant seem to become the past

wrinkles seems to come from such a innocent smile

and the time you have is just alittle while

one day you wil be elders of your time

with a innocent heart inside that still does shine

so dont take for granted the time that was before you

or the fraility that broke when the wind blew

charish the mommet and let the little things that hurt pass.

i does hurts when your fragile as glass

but all you can do see the truth and walk on

cause in a mommet things are here....then there gone.