My Golden Age
Time is never here,
It has lost hold on me.
Days come, days go,
Where I rest no-one knows.
Not you, not I,
For fate has told a hope.
Coming every day anew,
The celebration of the heart.
What is good to one,
Not so for all, everyone.
I like you, like they,
Struggle to let it go.
But it will return,
The time of golden glory.
As a new herald, story,
To be sung again with joy.
Setting fire to pestilence,
That destroyed the crop of our.
A new golden harvest comes,
Revives the wanting we knew.
As life is a train,
We continue ever onwards now.
Changing only the rolling stock,
We face the setting sun.
And times were never better,
Than the days I'd spent with you.
Those days are as a treasure,
The golden age forever true.
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