Before the promises not kept
Before the deeds still left undone
Come creeping back to steal my time
I seek a place to be alone
A place to while away some hours
To quiet all the outer noise
A place that's still and calm and sweet
To listen to my inner voice
And when this time comes to an end
I'll hold the memory of that voice
Embrace this crazy life I lead
Remembering I made the choice
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