As a child, the world was bright,
Everything was full of light,
Every split second was a story,
And everyday was full of glory.
The universe was full of magic,
And everything was fantastic,
We had run & play without a care,
And every moment was full of flair.
We had laugh & shout & dance around,
And the world was a place of endless sound,
We had grow up fast & leave it behind,
And the world was a place of endless mind.
We miss the days of childhood dreams,
And the way the world was full of seams,
The way the clouds would dance & swirl,
And the way the mountains would unfurl.
The way we ran, jumped & climbed,
And how we never seemed to be timed,
The memories of childhood so pure & bright,
And how they still brings us delight.
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