amans bho


How i wish those days were back


Just one peek out my busy life
I see everyone else having fun and sigh in grief

I remember my younger days when life seemed so easy
Now i don't why i'm alive, evrything appears so crazy

As I go back to my memories i cannot help but smile
The thoughts of my friends and fun linger about, a while

I used to think school was the worst way of suffering
I used all my time in plans of dreaming

I didn't realize how busy i would suddenly turn
when i thought more like the world-
and give up the dreams i childishly dreamed,
in order to get a decent job and get paid

so fearless and happy-oh how i wish those days were back

Submitted: Saturday, April 05, 2008
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