Honesty In Youth

Cast back your mind to the times long since passed

When you knew where you stood, be it first, third or last

When things were so clear, at the end of each day

When you never need doubt what was work, what was play

When your loves and your hates were easy to find

And the pace of your day was controlled in your mind

 

Did those times slip away whilst my eyes were elsewhere?

Could I find them today, if I want, do I care?

Do I need to return to the days of my youth

0To restore all my faith in goodness and truth?

Does the will to deceive come upon us with age?

Or is it the price of our debut on stage?

 

Does maturity mean that you lie and you steal

Others hopes, other dreams, or their faith in what's real?

Cast back your mind to those still, simple days

When you could always find the heart of the maze

When you never felt lost and your sorrow was brief

And your heart wasn't tossed like a dead autumn leaf

 

Cast back your mind, cross the space of the years

And remember the time of the momentary tears

When the smallest of things brought you joy and delight

When every new day brought new wonder to life

I wish for the peace of my childhood days

So this hurting could cease in the heart of the maze

 

So the truth never bore deeper lies at its heart

Could we just not be fair, right from the start?

So cast back your minds and recall what you were

Find the truth of the child and for once just play fair

We all have to live, with the truth of ourselves

So don't steal, only give, without rancour or stealth

 

Cast back your mind to the times long since passed

When you knew where you stood, be it first, third or last

When things were so clear, at the end of each day

When you never need doubt what was work, what was play

When your loves and your hates were easy to find

And the pace of your day was controlled in your mind

 

Did those times slip away whilst my eyes were elsewhere?

Could I find them today, if I want, do I care?

Do I need to return to the days of my youth

0To restore all my faith in goodness and truth?

Does the will to deceive come upon us with age?

Or is it the price of our debut on stage?

 

Does maturity mean that you lie and you steal

Others hopes, other dreams, or their faith in what's real?

Cast back your mind to those still, simple days

When you could always find the heart of the maze

When you never felt lost and your sorrow was brief

And your heart wasn't tossed like a dead autumn leaf

 

Cast back your mind, cross the space of the years

And remember the time of the momentary tears

When the smallest of things brought you joy and delight

When every new day brought new wonder to life

I wish for the peace of my childhood days

So this hurting could cease in the heart of the maze

 

So the truth never bore deeper lies at its heart

Could we just not be fair, right from the start?

So cast back your minds and recall what you were

Find the truth of the child and for once just play fair

We all have to live, with the truth of ourselves

So don't steal, only give, without rancour or stealth