I'm back to where it all began
but all my friends aren't here
How the memories come to me
they all now gather near...
We always said we'd come back home
I waited far too long
The old home town looks much the same
but something's very wrong...
So many faces I don't know
they give a passing glance
I search each one in hopes I'll find
a kindred soul by chance...
I still can hear the music play
the parties at the lake
The many times we gathered there
the friendships we would make...
Jon Arno 2018
Music by Deuter
Music by Deuter
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