Old Nick, Old Harry

Hanagorik

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Someday we’ll talk about our mad times
When we were too young to know
And had too short time to grow

We’ll laugh about our old fears
When we’ve sailed across troubled seas
And our only certainty was not sure

Arrested in my own memories
Lost in the empty of my existence
I’m in the center of myself
Surrounded by imaginary fences

So many friends we had along those years
So many things we shared
Like happiness, fear and pain
Those days will be always in my way

And when we look behind ourselves
We’ll see that everything passed to fast
So, we’ll know that the future
Today is the past