Gone is the way I used to think,
Gone are the things I used to believe.
Gone from my mind, to another place,
Dug right out of my soul,
My passion's hiding place.
Older now, wiser and more
Time likes to heal my heartbroken
Mind and fill it with a longing for something
Greater; with meaning and possibility and a
Magnetising pull towards a better future.
In the young girl's place is a confident woman.
The old me, the one I used to be?
Gone, you see.
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