Childhood was paradise; pretty, proud and free.
We floated through life and drank our fill of heaven’s best.
We seized the hands of time and dragged him along for a lazy stroll.
We will live forever.
Our happiness sealed with God’s own hands; we were sure of that.
But paradise was a lie.
Time slid by and passed like a fever.
Nights grew cold; music low.
Weary eyes now peek through the window
Two old jokes, too tired to care…