Simple were the times
When we walked in the dark
Yet knew no darkness
Lost but thought we could ignite a spark

Simple were the times
When we knew no pain
A bleeding scar- a physical wound
Not a method to keep us sane

Simple were the times
When we laughed and cried
Knew not what it was to be broken
Thought everything could be fixed if tried

Simple were the times
When we were complete strangers
Yet knew not we were strange
Blissfully ignorant of worldly dangers

Simple were the Times
When we feared death
What it was to perish or die
What is was to forget