We loved to see the beauties of the world,
And each day's ending was the happy end.
When I was young and careless, I was told
"It all will come to end some evening day..."
The sheer nonsense is the smiling face
Amidst the mournful funerals for the past.
Forgotten were the love and the embrace.
They made their way for undercover lust.
Disgust... was what I had for years to much,
While striving to get back to old past days.
The touch of childhood is the beauty touch;
The sunrise at the noon's the blissful grace.
Over the years, I met my babyish side.
I found out childhood wasn't yet dead.
It was just hidden, overlooked inside
Waiting to be dug up and just looked at.
I've made my way from sunset to the dawn
The joy of life is now unfolded, out.
With great precision, open and aloud
I'll try to save it till the day I'm gone.