There are so many songs that I can personally relate to....
change a word here, a place there,
and thought of a memory or a pain,
dreams snatched from the mind,
a century or more of fright and fear and hope and prayer....
Aye, I can feel them all,
I have been there,
I have all the thoughts and hurts,
uncounted,
from times past - they live with me still....
I will never lay them aside as I don't want to lose them,
but they sting my eyes
with their memories,
and I remember things that others would never want to know,
that others would not understand,
that others should never experience....
But I was young then,
and innocence was bought at a high price.
Aye, Life paid a high price, indeed.
And I have pennies left of the cost.

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