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Treasures of the Past…
On my quest to regain a little of who i once was,
I have spent way too much money to find my self
And figure out what will become of my heart,
Things are chaos and laughter is far away
But the thing to remember it is a new day,
As the end comes near; the things I fear,
Attack my mind and leave me answers to find.
Lives unclear and lives unfair
Love is weak love is strong
The past is gone and can’t be bought
The treasures of youth are but naught.
But when you seek to give your self
To ones you love when you’re gone
No price too high to give that gift
And hope that they cherish it as well.
Casper McConkie
2/20/2012
