Good Times Ahead
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We walk a way that leads to nothing
In desperate need of a hopeful something
Half way in , half way out
Forgotten what it's all about
Our minds are lost in false promises
Lost of all the faith that astonishes
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Some moments make us doubt
Standing so close to the check out
Just floating , not swimming
Trying to avoid all the skimming
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The eyes constantly set to the ground
68 Passion nowhere to be found
The fight inside is running low
No room left behind to grow
Every answer gives a new question Impossible to discover a new suggestion
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There's good times ahead
No more sitting out and waiting
Going back to creating
The light is so near
The shades already disappear
There's good times ahead
So much that needs to be said
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Thank you