You end up looking at a lost youth through the eyes of the young, with a heavy heart and a tearful dream.
Children laughing, running, at play, In a carefree world they live in today.
Sun shines on invisible flowers, Naked from their eyes for hours. The smell of blossom, sweet to the taste, Their senses of life, a terrible waste. To grow up too soon, old before time, Dream of days gone by play on your mind. Sitting and wishing that you are they, The children, laughing, singing, at play. PlanetFeedback is a FREE site where you can send letters directly to thousands of companies over the Internet.