As The days pass by,
And the kids ride painted horses,
Families smile again,
Remember the memories,
The memories of the Painted Horses,
The time when you were a kid,
And a time when a dollar was a dollar,
You spent it fast,
And without circumstance,
Remember the memories of Painted Horses.
When Prom flew by,
And your date was again forgotten.
And your pressure was there to stay.
Remember the memories of Painted Horses.
When your daughter was born,
And all the faces were there,
Smiling forever forth.
Remember the memories of Painted Horses.
Wake me when it's over,
Before the clock strikes Midnight,
Show me the memories that are now forgotten.
Show me,
My painted Horses.

M.A. Wood

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