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An ode to the guardians, never take protectors for granted |
Swings With memories of swinging in the backyard... back and forth When chains were bright and gleaming with links forged in the north Links of shining silver Feet never touched ground The compass points bewilder as the seasons roll around With weathercocks set spinning and wind chimes marking days The races we were winning Blurred with losses in a haze A hazy shade of summer In a rose hued maze of youth Time proves the greatest runner Whilst age unveils truth With all that time spent swinging Legs carefree though the air A carefree bird just winging On someone else's prayers Someone safe and grounded Someone standing guard With hopes and fears founded and feet firm rooted hard Pushing us when prompted “Faster” was our cry The shiny things we wanted Whilst dull needs passed us by Yet as our shadows lengthen Our feet start scraping ground Different rides warrant attention With fresh perspectives found With new adventures taken Swings left vacant in the breeze Some playgrounds are forsaken As the Summer starts it's freeze The seasons start their dances Each with their own test We don't know all the answers We just want what is best With silhouettes behind us We venture bravely on We hope the right things find us They're never really gone Always on horizons Always there on call Always have their eyes on Those silhouettes stand tall But chains, they will get rusty Links, they will get old Books get worn and dusty and tales will be told By the compass points we visit East, West, North and South Directions inexplicit Followed, word of mouth With memories still swinging in the backyard... back and forth Chains still bright and gleaming … and links forged in the north |