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Lived a life full of madness
Without purpose or truth.
Thought I could, so I tried
To hold on to my youth;
But it slipped through my fingers
Just like glittering beads.
Now I'm left with the spider webs,
Yesterday's broken dreams.
I believed in the wine,
I believed in the song;
I believed in ‘forever',
Though I knew I was wrong.
And I loved the new faces,
The night, and the fun;
So I squandered my graces
Till they died one by one.
And those good ole spider webs;
They just kept weaving on!
A child's tinkling laughter
T'was never the same.
The pain of remembering
Won't bring it again.
Those years filled with tinsel
And bright christmas trees
Are now empty traces
Blown away by the breeze.
Don't waste all your laughter;
Your ideals, little one.
Hold fast though your castles
May crumble to sand;
Then a lifetime of winters
Will be summer instead
And the tinsel though tarnished
Won't become spider web!
And tinsel and spider webs;
They tell me it's so,
When tinsel and spider webs
Will make you grow old.
Tinsel and spider webs;
Lord, how we have grown,
From tinsel to spider webs,
It's a long journey home!
Copyright ©2002 Cristina Lipp
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