The time we use to laugh and play
Almost every night and day
Cheerful voices everyday
Happiness completes everything I have to say
Standing on the ground we used to play
Alone here almost every night and day
Shouts, pain and tears everyday
Picture and flashback completes everything I have to say
This was once a beautiful house
This is the place I used to keep my pet mouse
This was once my resting place
The place full of memories
As I stand outside
Looking through the broken window
Building up my sorrow
Missing joy is something you can never borrow
I have lost something that starts with 'J'
Still can't make up a word to say
I think the next letter is 'O'
Trying to cover my sorrow
I got it, the last letter is 'Y'
Lost something precious and it makes me want to cry.....
My memories stored through this broken window......
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