Where is that gentle man whose smile was so sincere?
Who dreamed big dreams and knew they would come true?
He wouldn't flee from the sunlight.
He would dare to go where adventure lead.
He lived his life,
and wasn't bitter.
Where is that gentle man who wasn't so quick to judge?
Who wasn't angry all the time?
Who didn't hate people so much?
Who felt he could trust.
Where is that gentle man I used to be?

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