There were days when we coloured our lives in
Before everything went silent, black and white
There were days when we were sober
Now spend them intoxicated with the memories
There were days when we thought we were immortal
Now we are waiting for the clutches of death
The dreams of our youth, shattered and broken
The red bricks that meant too much and the blank walls that had heard too much
The people who loved us with forever, those who never held us back
The carefree wonder in our eyes, now replaced by hardened responsibility of life
The rebellious streaks in our hair, now we conform to society
We found refuge in the fort of our innocence
The childhood now lives forever
The red bricks still whisper loudly
About the spirit of those who never quite left.

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