Your yesterday when the nights are sweet,

You run wild without care, the universe in your eyes

So raw and bare

When your soul was cradled and your worries invisible

How you wish you could go back?

To what was once home

To what was once your own

Without lines on your face

Without darkness in your eyes

Back then when you have not known

The world so meek so true, with glee

When your soul was cradled and your heart is new

Now it’s all dull, it’s all broken and used

Body and soul, filled with exhaustion

Back then the nights were sweet,

Unlike now where you count the things you haven’t done so you can sleep.

Fingers aren’t enough for those things you should have said

Your dreams now haunted – they count you down before you go to bed