It was not to be,
The past is gone;
It marched on a route,
Today is the school;
Where you are sagacious...
She enticed your future,
Whipping as the bells of hope;
She sentenced your life,
Willingly you hither followed;
You should be wise...
The world once sweet is sour,
Concur by force to trek on;
Tea cold hot, sugar or not;
The ocean cries, yet keeps calm;
Save your tears and move on....
By:
Johnnygan (Beryl Ace)
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