When in my days of youthful cheer
The shadows seemed so small
The smiling faces disguised all the tears
As if there were none at all
Then trials and troubles and storms arose
And people I loved I’ve lost
I gave the best of my heart away
And never counted the cost
friends will take the great in you
And reduce you to ash and dust
I fought like hell to hold on tight
But my gold is turning to rust
I use to say it will be ok
That the daylight will come for sure
But with each day I drift further away
Its hard to believe anymore
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