How far have we roamed,
how far have we strayed
From the places we played
the meadows that we strolled
full of innocence
full of ignorance.

age creeps like a specter,
full of promise and beauty
easing us into the end
as a mother eases a child to the cradle
gentle and easy, as not to wake
the darling babe within,
full of life and full of un had sin.

How far have we wandered.
How far have we strayed.
From the old grounds we had,
to the new ones we betrayed
full of love full of hate,
full of passion and full of fury
how far have we wandered.
how far have we strayed.


The times when we played
full of grace and beauty
like an angel in motion
never to be seen by mortal eyes