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Fresh Start

We walked out, we left, and never looked back.

Wasn't ready to leave, and say my goodbye.

The news are heard and tears fall off malak

Grandma died, and we all start to cry.

We wanted a fresh start, and so we left.

We broke hearts, we caused tears, most of all grief,

We cried dreadful tears, and walked out in deft.

We smile, we laugh, but mostly have belief,

That after every storm theirs a rainbow

It helps us see through the rough, and tough times:

It lights our way thorugh the dark times, and woe.

Our life is just like some verses with rhymes,

But thats just some chapter from our past.

And some day its going to be a blast.


-- Anonymous, 15