"WHEN ONE DOOR CLOSES, ANOTHER OPENS, BUT WE OFTEN LOOK SO LONG AND SO REGRETFULLY UPON THE CLOSED DOOR THAT WE DO NOT SEE THE ONE THAT HAS OPENED FOR US."

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Saturday, November 1, 2014

The Ghosts of Yesterday


I change like seasons
There's warm and rains
But that's okay
Who I was slips away

Whisperer tell a tale
The wind knows me
Who am I to you today?
So long and good night

I'll miss you when I'm gone
The ghosts of yesterday
Refuse to fade away
Haunt me to accept the fate

Hide and seek with love
We've been here so many times
These ghosts won't refuse
Haunt me til' accept my fate.

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