There are mouses underneath the floorboards,
Their cries have echoed louder than before,
Louder and louder the sound grows,
The sound we will hear forever more.
You mean mice
You could replace louder and louder with something else, like Intensive and defiant the sound grows. but its still fine the way it is.
These bridges we cross beyond and below,
Bricks of memories remain lost,
As we try to forget the face of the ghost,
We will forgive and forget the lies,
Of all the stories that were told.
I like this one
When we were young we had fun,
But times have changed beyond meaning,
Seeing is believing as days disappear,
Years ago we had confidence today we have fear,
We've just realized time has moved on,
Years from long ago have passed and gone.
I don’t know exactly why, but this still needs a little work.
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