Back to Ryan Rd

Are you still cognizant of me?
Where do we find our inner peace?
Forced into a role you didn't choose.
Seasons move through the years that we always lose.

Laughing at those stories of mom growing up on Clinton St
While I was lying on the green rug in our living room

Can never go back to those days again on Ryan Rd
Moments all contained and etched in stone.
From building winter snow forts to having fun in the summer sun
Its now just an old neighborhood where the spirits roam
Forever gone you can never go back to those days on Ryan Rd.

Months go on I have not been to where you are.
Our distance is not just about these miles.
A future hold surprises we cannot change.
In between the explained and the very strange

There's a power in the past like a hurricane crashing through.
The storms we can't predict are like lives in need of rescue.

Can never go back to those days again on Ryan Rd
Moments all contained and etched in stone.
From building winter snow forts to having fun in the summer sun
Its now just an old neighborhood where the spirits roam
Forever gone you can never go back to those days on Ryan Rd.

When we reminisce, it's not only nostalgic but maybe a sign of when we were most satisfied.
Her recollection of that innocence has come and gone.
If you take for granted, you'll be too late to realize.

Its blind faith that see's us through these contractions
Coming home feels like an honest confession.
Start again in conditions we can't control.
Moving on our only choice now is getting old.

Wine barrel seat tree swings in the yard took me up so high.
In those treetops was the comfort of a lullaby

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Can never go back to those days again on Ryan Rd
Moments all contained and etched in stone.
From building winter snow forts to having fun in the summer sun
It's now just an old neighborhood where the spirits roam.
Forever gone you can never go back to those days on Ryan Rd.

published and copyright Tony Lombardi 2023