When we were young, the world was our own.
But what would come with time, was completely unknown.
We were innocent, wild and carefree.
We used to play outside, just you and me.
But something happened, something large and bold,
Leaving our souls weak to turn cold.
I look outside, nostalgic and morose.
The grass we used to play on is dead, of course.
We cannot change time they say.
But I need just one more day
to go back and experience it all
Before that Great Epic Fall.