A place promised in our early days
When I was a little child
My friends would hold me close and I
Never felt alone or cold
Never felt them let me go
Alone into that darkened night
Without something to get me by
A joke or smile of things to come
A promise held, a friendship won
These dreams we held were all so real
These memories they make us feel
Alive and beautiful
The friendships held in younger days
The places and those faces
They have never been washed away in me
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