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I left it behind long ago

I walked away

It all died that day to me



Once upon a time

Their was a boy

He was a proud child

Never backed down

Always kept marching



All around him people came like rain

They came strong and furious

But the next day

Nothing but a forgotten dream

And so he marched



He never tried to act tough

Never cared what people thought

Just his pride, friends and family

No one but the close knew of him

And so… he marched



Once upon a time their was boy

In a world full of crime and destruction

There was a boy who tried to stop it all

He tried, and he made it worse

But he marched



He realized that the life he wanted to stop

Was exactly the life he had chose

So one day he spoke of this

Of greater days when this would be in the past

They laughed, but he marched



They all said it’s what we do, where we live

We have no choice, but he refused to believe

So he tried to stop, and he went on with his life

He did well in school and went to get a job

All of this and still, he marched



He stopped that life, not completely

For once in a while on rare days, he would be back

For his family he could never completely leave

You can’t say no to family

And so… he marched



In a time long ago

I left a life behind

I tried to forget about it all

But the dreams, they don’t stop