The past is behind you
Therefor does not
When is enough to much
A debt shared of a heart lost
When it is not yours to own
When dignity gets in the way
Then night carries into day
And days carries into night
Gratitude of breathing the air
Singing to Jupiter
And hope is not ones own
Flattery shining under the sun
The future matter
The past is the reason so
A privileged of a few
As they fall like children's toys
Left behind as those of the departed
The result of all the doubt
Honor painted in red
A cloudy past
Murky in an Icy haze
The future is more important
It is in future the words written
Becoming the history
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