Childhood memories, the building blocks of the windows from which we view the rest of the world, for the rest of our lives... They sometimes are the strenght from which our hope was born. 5/4/2004
I remember when I thought pink lemonade,
Was very special -
And I believed that a meteor,
Was had magic powers,
I remember when I had to learn,
The alphabet, one by one.
And I remember when my worries,
Were really very small.
Today, if I could make my troubles,
Quite that small,
This would be a wonderful world for me,
After all.
But there are wolves in sheeps clothing,
Who covet your very soul,
And think nothing of trashing
What little magic is left in your life.
And there are still knights in shining armour,
If only they can be found.
And there are windmills,
Still full of magic and danger,
And hopes and dreams,
Enough for us all.
But if could, I surely would,
Make all my troubles quite small,
Back before my very spirit would take the fall.
Was I ever really that innocent,
Or is that what my heart chooses to recall?
If only the secrets of life were really held,
In a simple crystal ball!
I could really live free and have it all!