make me young again,
like i was long ago.
bring life into the dying soul
make the cliter clack of my yesterdays
the sound chiming mole
dig out and root up all the many dreams of gold.
make me vibrant again,
like i remember i was.
bring new rains to dry fields that can
grow grow grow.
the sound of new growth
brings laughter to my soul.
make me stay a wilder for ever
that i will never need to burn out
let me know, now in this moment
I chose to fight my way out!
I will not lay down
and take the coming tide,
I will move forward with power and stride
Oh my little fuzzy friend,
I promises its true,
Its sad it took me so long to remember you.
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