Every night seeing the open sky,
Is my forever solace.
Remember the good old days...
When we were satisfied in every way,
When we didnt know dismay;

The beautiful childhood mays.
Laying Down in the maze,
N finding that favourite place;
Where the haze
Soothed our gaze.
But somewhere along the way
We stopped finding our solace.

I craved that solace,
And reached for the place;
And all my chase
From the blaze,
To be perfect all the days;
Just stopped....