Yesterday has stolen the years and beckons from over my shoulder
While memories fade and vision dims with each day I grow older
When it's hard to recall yesterday, or see what may be tomorrow
Life can become a blurry haze and each day fills with sorrow
Contentment is my enemy; I long for adventure's joy
And wish that I could return to when, I was a carefree boy
Life demands so much of me; I'm shackled by the weight
I pray I find the way to change before it's much too late
This rut I'm in is deep and dark, no sun to warm my heart
I cannot climb the steep, blank walls or make the darkness part
Is death the only open door and freedom a nightly dream?
Or is my soul deeply depressed and things not as they seem?
I would warn you children; don't follow the path I trod
Abundant life is not material goods; it's only found in God
Sounds Like Summer
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