Childhood, an old game I used to play.
Oh, we fought monsters and witches with merely sticks in our hands,
Playing outside until the sun shook colours all over the sky,
Running home before it was too late.
I can still smell the fresh dew on the grass,
Walking to school, laughin’, talking fast.
A mile a minute in secrets and fun nothings,
Oh, my heart misses those small things.
We took for granted our time in the sun,
Happiness unquestioned, my dreams flowing, flowing free.
A woman now, I look back,
And childhood is the dream I dream.
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