The Good Old Days
I sit here reminiscing on the good old days
Memories begin running through my mind replays
When children would kneel beside the bed at night to pray
Before the child-like innocence was taken away.
When walking through the garden with grandma soaking up the sun's rays.
Oh, what I'd give for just one more day.......
Memories begin running through my mind replays
When children would kneel beside the bed at night to pray
Before the child-like innocence was taken away.
When walking through the garden with grandma soaking up the sun's rays.
Oh, what I'd give for just one more day.......