I remember a song that I used to sing,
I remember it loud and I remember it clearly

it spoke of the trees, rainbows and bees
it described each of these things, beautifully.
It rang of the whispers that the clouds held,
written in words that only angels could spell
it gave home to every emotion I felt

suddenly shattering my innocent shroud
repeating the words without any doubt
But with feelings so urgent it turns to a shout

...and the song still sings of these beautiful things
but with a new passion and intensity
the song is sang calm but the chorus holds strong
and as the song ends the wounds start to mend
emotionally drained I fall asleep again

but as the darkness of my eyelids begins to fade
each word begins taking shape
the trees and the bees and the beautiful things are all suddenly just within reach...

I remember a song that I used to sing. I remember it loud and I remember it clearly.