I have walked down a road, a road full of memories
On a journey back to visit childhood friends
And I stopped at
a gate that led into a Schoolyard
And forgotten feeling came to me again.
The silence that stares from the
dirty dusty windows
Broken only by the babble of a stream
And I feel as though I watched by a thousand different faces
As
I recollect a thousand different names.
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Now the old Schoolyard is wild and over-grown
All the fences
I have crossed are broken down,
And I've learned many things some of them are best forgotten
Since the last time that
I stood upon that ground.
I closed my eyes, can't hold back the memories
Childhood voices calling out to
me
From deep inside I see one of the faces
Looking at the man that he turned out to be.
Now the old Schoolyard
is wild and over-grown
All the fences I have crossed are broken down,
And I've learned many things some of them are
best forgotten
Since the last time that I stood upon that ground.
