I can recall the warm youth of a summer day,</br> the sweetest lemonade, </br> the darkest game arcade,</br> and billy had a yearning </br> in the corner of his mind,</br> it moved him secretly,</br> it moved him powerfully,</br> but prescience was lacking and the present was not all,</br> and his aptitudes were carelessly wasted,</br> and challenging life with the abandon of a fool</br> he squandered the hours of his day
then darkness and disorder slapped him sharply in the face, </br> it hit him like a friend struck something deep within,</br> he couldn't break the chain of slow decay </br> that seemed to drag him just like a fatal tie toward the other side</br> and billy was a lunatic </br> just barking at the moon</br> and his brain was totally wasted,</br> he then exchanged his friends for a needle and a spoon</br> and he through his future away
bolt the door and throw away the key</br> your dim reflection is all that you can see,</br> so where is the justice when no one is at fault,</br> and a human life is tragically wasted?</br> how fragile is the flame that</br> burns within us all to light each passing day?
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