We've all had that day...
when we've got our first something.
Our first allowance,
pet,
home,
kiss.

Ah what a feeling
the feeling of bliss.

Those are the days that we should,
oh we really should reminisce.

It's those times that made us cry, laughing as our guts were on the floor,
it's the times we ran ourselves, straight into the door.
The ones where we were fools, just trying to get by,
the ones that makes us regret, ever saying good-bye.

That day,
when we finally realize,
those days are in the past,
that day when we realize, there's no way to make it all last.

O r  is there?
Why, a picture's worth a thousand words, why waste it on your selfies?
When you have friends and scenery alike, to hang up as your trophies?
You think it's worth keeping, a small little memory like those days,
because there aren't too many times you can have memory replays.

That day when you're old,
crippled and aged, no longer young and beautiful as you were,
is the day you must admit, did you waste your life away, or did you cause quite the stir?
Did you stir in people's hearts, your compassion and understanding?
Or will people remember you, if they can, as heartless and demanding?

That's the day you come to terms with yourself,
perhaps a day much too late,
where you realize, uh oh, no more shiny gate.

I'm not waiting for that day,
as I make them my moment anyway.
I share them with others, as best as I can,
because I'm just one, fragile little man.

I can't wait to see heaven, with all my friends and family around,
to hear the glorious trumpets, all ringing with that beautiful sound.

Remember that day.
Do you remember that day?
Don't you wish for it again?
It'll be that day....when?