Stepping across the unreal rivergrass has never made this home
time will pass and grow to falter
child's play is still anew
What can bring this to a norm
to make this not the same
not for pageant or for fair
just to let then go
Unknown faces make their way
through realized dreams they had.
seems still waiting for the time
making it unfold
Hurry now as time will fade
now is in a fresh new sight
finding only shelter will
increase their fame
imagine they can speak
for as you know they are to you
more real than the river
If time will falter
and dreams be made
hope will reach there soon
but until now they never knew
its just a game to play
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