Where The Time Goes

Sometimes she remembers those days…
Sitting outside, the grass in her hands
Made shapes of the clouds, of enchanting white

 

Where does the time go?

 

Sometimes she recalls, the way a friend could brighten a day

The sky may be gray, but colorful stars could never die

Like a crayon across her hopeful skies

 

Her best friend was imaginary

But she loved her all the same

Disaster could not steal

The love she felt, each and every day

 

With the hope of a child, so full of ambition

She knew one day, she’d light up the world

With paints and crayons, of every color

A perfect picture, of her midnight skies

 

Her parents encouraged, her childhood dreams

She knew that one day, she’d live the dream

 

But now she’ll sit alone, in a New York apartment

Her sky is but black, and hope has run dry

So lost of ambition, with tears in her eyes

 

 

Wishing she’d held on, enjoyed the moment that could not last

Never knew that childhood dreams and painted skies

Could disappear, in a blink of her eyes

 

When night fills your heart, it shuts your eyes

to childhood dreams, to that old ambition…

 

Then you’re left alone, with one thought on mind…

 

Where does the time go?