She's walking the streets,
a stranger she did meet.
A walk through her child hood days.
Oh what a maze.
Nothing stopped her from going where she had to be.
A life of feeling so damn free.
Climbing up those apple trees.
Oh how she wished she would be back in those good old days.
Where everything was innocent and you would be feeling the morning rays.
Now reality sets in and time to go back home.
Life hit her hard, feeling so alone.
The chaos of work and strife,
Back into the her world, her life.
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