The Other Side

November 20, 2008
What happens to people who don't look back,
Do they lose track?
Traveling to where the grass seems greener.
Thinking the lifestyle there is great
Only finding it's not when it's too late
And that their problems just get meaner.
How they wish to retreat
Back to the life once lived.
How I wish we could meet
Under that pine where we strived
To get that guild alive.
Where we laughed and I sang
Where you danced away the pain
Of having to move to the other side
where the grass seemed greener.

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