Like A Child

(Written Just Before My 18th Birthday)

The time is near, to go our own ways.
We must hide the fears; no more will we play.
Are we ready to leave?
What do we believe?
Its one thing to grow old,
but must we do it alone?

I'm like a child, stepping into the unknown.
This world of the old- so full of scorn.
I just wanna go back.
Is that too much to ask?

Life was free of care; living for each moment.
Secrets and promises shared. Thus were days spent.
Can I wish upon a star?
Is Neverland really that far?
Being young is all I want.
Why is this wish so hard to grant?

I'm like a child, stepping into the unknown.
This world of the old- so full of scorn.
I just wanna go back.
Is that too much to ask?

What I see ahead; I wish i weren't here.
Growing old is a dread- my hidden fear.
Will I no longer be able?
My health be unstable?
I don't want the trials or responsibilities.
Where is joy in no friends or loved ones near me?

I'm like a child, stepping into the unknown.
This world of the old- so full of scorn.
I just wanna go back.
Is that too much to ask?

Days Gone By

Looking out at an orange sky

I think back to days gone by.

There was me and you- time sure flew.

If I could turn back the days of our past

would laughter be upon my face,

or tears instead in laughter's place?

Oh, those days gone by.

Through it all we went for each other-

side by side in life together.

And when hard times threatened my faith,

by my side you were each step of the way.

Now I gaze upon a darkened horizon,

making wishes upon the night's stars.

My only wish, I cannot lie;

I wish for those days gone by.

Oh, those days gone by.