Helpless Chess

Where is the old chessboard

The one we used to play

When nights were simple

And troubles seemed so

Far away

Where are the pieces

That we used

When the life around us

Was not so

Enclosed

The moves we made

Late in the night

When we could look outside

And know that tomorrow

Would be alright

I miss that board

And those games

I have a feeling

They will never quite

Feel the same

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