May this be what it has meant to be
In many a time thought gone.
Where many laughed and many cried
And children thought to flee.
Here in this game, rules were made,
Many were broken,
Many were held.
From these rules,
Great Hero’s were forged
Strong Villains were formed
And many became both.
Let this stand as a shrine of a time now gone,
Where cares were forgotten,
Friendships formed
And imaginations swam
I doubt I could return now
To the game that seems to play
My time has passed,
My role, played,
May we leave in peace.
May this be what it has meant to be
In many a time thought gone
Let this stand a shrine of a time now gone for us,
Where friendships formed,
Imaginations swam
And children came to flee
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