The Lies That You Make Up

Oh, when we were babies,
Well it was desperate times.
They would cleave
But we clung to the line.

And we’d battle for nearly any crumb.
They’d call us naive, call us dumb.
Still, we fought and wouldn’t succumb
When we were young.

Are they white-washed memories
Of a forgetful mind?
Or were those really
Better times?

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