I remember the days
Where mornings were brighter.
Sometimes I live in s story book
But the only story to be told is my past
And I was just a child
I sit here at 6:35 and all I hope for
Is clouds and thunderstorms
My cheeks are flushed red
With the heat of summer
And things I am not ready for
I remember when mornings were brighter
And there really was nothing to worry about