I remember the days
We used to kneel
By the river
And yelled heatedly there

Our shouts echoed
Across the tepid river
The fishes swam
Bubbling without care

The world was ours
And ours truly
When nothing else followed
Our burning passions headed there

As if the moment froze in time
If we got cold winds from outside
Worlds, we would yell no in thunder
And tremble the air warm again.

Now the reminiscing
Gives me a slight, chilly despair
For I knew if those days held its place
We could do anything, we could fight anywhere

Where has that youthful courage, that fiery ardor gone?