What once was, but shall never be again
Days of innocence and mental virginity
We were pure
Untouched by filth
Simple needs
Untainted by malice
Memories of what once was
All was truth
Laughter echoed
Carelessness, no restrictions
We were honest with ourselves
Inner conflicts were nonexistent
The Soul was nearly free
Ringing bells give way to a new day of utopia
Whimsical dancing speaks the voice of inner sanctum
Exit Spring, enter Summer
It used to mean so much
Exit Autumn, enter Winter
A colder time must come
Memories of what once was
Are nothing but nostalgia
