It is what it was yet not
like before
The doors once opened now closed
Is it the people we knew long ago
Or the grown up version exposed
At times some will wonder where it all leads
The thoughts are a cycle without end
But it seems to me that the finish draws near
Before wanting eyes gaze around the bend
So hold on to your strengths they'll protect all the more
And keep a dear thought of your friends
Because it is what is was, but not like before
And the story goes on without end.