Where this time go?
Where the simpliest things used to
make us happy
Where there was no quarrels, and no
bleakness in our hearts
Where everything was seen under a
colorful filter,
This time of innoncence, where
imagination was at its highest
Would we be able to take some of it
back?, we all need a little bit of colors in our hearts,
This precious time called childhood,
when it was okay to make mistakes
Where someone was looking upon your
shoulders for you,
Over the years the colors of this
filter have faded away
Gray seems to be prevaiding it,
It's a sad reality when you realize
that your happiness depends on somebody else,
that person has the power to bring new
amazing colors into your life, but can easily take them back,
It's time that we reconcile with
ourselves, and find this happiness that once filled our lives
Would we be able to do that?
As a sign the clouds are slowly moving
away, and the warthm is gently comforting our bodies,
Embrace it, the best is yet to come.