Old Soul Stories

Sad I’m going to talk of untold stories,
Fireside dreams in the countryside embraced by the evening breeze,
From sunrise to sunset we took in the time like a drug and in time it got better,
We got better.
Until,

We grew older and the fire of the country lost some spark,

Grew colder,
And it was time to change fodder,

We explored the world and hated where we came from,

Estranged from the land of old.

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