The Days

The Days

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By: Chase L. Currie

Oh mommy, where did the days go?

What have I done?

If I've done anything at all,

I sat here in this room, alone,

Talking to ghosts as I pour over the days to come.

Oh daddy, where did the days go?

Of warm love,

And sweet joy,

Of nights full of dreams and free from screaming walls?

How did I end up here?

Oh brother, where did the days go?

Of us running around the in fields of gold?

Of us playing army with wooden guns?

Now we washes off the blood from our hands,

We march to the drum, a sounds that is deafening.

Oh Lord, where did the days go?

Of faith so strong?

Of my soul dancing in your joy?

But now I run into the dark,

Only hoping for a moment of sweet peace.

Oh, where did the days go?

Of us being next to each other,

You and me laughing by the fire?

Here we are, miles a part,

Here we are, wishing for the next time to be close again.

Oh, Where did the days go?