Nostalgia

Gone are the days of our youthful innocence

Gone is the joy and the beauty that it brings

Here is the time which our fathers reminisce

Here is our chance to accomplish anything

 

Now is the time to stand tall and be counted

Now is the time to embrace our prime of life

But why do I feel that these days are wasted

Lost in some secret place I cannot find

 

Deep in my mind I can feel each second

Ticking away as my vigour slowly fades

So gone is the greatness boyhood imagined

Lost in the darkness brought by the end of day.