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There was a time before now, that man relied on trust.
I can't show you a snapshot; believe me life was just.
Maybe then I knew you, your thoughts and goals, your aim.
But that's when life was different, we called a man by name.
I look upon with sadness lost days not understood.
We'll never get the trust back, but we sure wish we could.
Don't think that I am bitter that yesterday is lost,
innocence won't last forever and losing it DOES cost.
If by chance you hear me, think back about our start;
and when you touch another, please do it from the heart.