"I Wish You Were Here"
The hours turn into days, the days into years.
The memories fall in a haze, the haze the cause of tears.
The feeling of running out of time more eminent with fear.
Nothing like enthusiasm of mine when you were near.
I wish things were running fine, maybe my mind more clear.
Now I must say I no longer want you mine, cuzits off to find the new, to bring me joy and tears.
By: Jeremiah Jensen
my brother
The memories fall in a haze, the haze the cause of tears.
The feeling of running out of time more eminent with fear.
Nothing like enthusiasm of mine when you were near.
I wish things were running fine, maybe my mind more clear.
Now I must say I no longer want you mine, cuzits off to find the new, to bring me joy and tears.
By: Jeremiah Jensen
my brother
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