Friday, August 22, 2008

Beautiful Trip

Why don’t I remember?
When I was a little kid
It took me a while to sit and thing
Let me enter back in time to those beautiful trips
Which I would never want to skip
Where it was always fun and play
When it used to be April – May
Back to having all my strings
Look at all the happiness it brings

Why don’t I remember?
When I was a little kid
Dad would take me for walks
And we would walk the talk
Where Playing was fun
Fighting happened
Money was saved
For the Ice creams we craved
Still those memories
I would want them to be
Remembered for ever
And never let it get older