Almost Lost
I have wondered why we dress the way we doAre we just fools dancing to that different tune
Trying to hold to a time most have forgotten - lost
The the folks gather round
And I look into their eyes
I understand the answers why
I spin my yarn's
And weave tales of old
Gently filling minds young and old
Weaving, teaching, dreaming
I watch their faces
As they dream of those far away places
Knights and Kings
And Lady's in a fine dresses
I know by their words written
On paper from the mundane world
There are some who hear the same tune we dance to
They carry into their hearts the inspiration
Of that time nearly forgotten - - almost lost
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