Fade Away
Slowly the writing will fade
Termites will eat the pages and they wither away
Seasons change and there is no same green leaf
There is no same mushroom sprout
There is no same dried log
Slowly the writing will fade
Termites will eat the pages and they wither away
And you become the tarnished page of a story book
And forgotten with the pile of hurtful memories
In the making of beautiful ones
And forgotten with the pile of unmet dreams
In the chasing of new ones
Slowly the writing will fade
Termites will eat the pages and they wither away
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