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The past belongs behind, but I never listen
Walking behind you,
You lead and I follow.
You don't know where you're going,
But that's OK-- neither do I,
And I'm not worried where the road will take us
As long as I can be with you,
Closing the distance gradually,
Synchronicity in our steps,
The past several paces behind you,
The times we were together still before me,
Where I walk with hope and reservation,
Because I can't put them behind,
And I don't want to--
If they're still there before me, though they have ended,
Who knows when I'll run into them again
With a new vision that maybe you can share.
I was just hoping that you would care.
The past belongs behind, so I've been told,
But these memories are fresh and they'll never grow old,
But I never listen to what others say is best.
I've given you all you'd take,
Time alone will be the test.
