Lost Innocence.
Not an ancient story-
When I was a boy of eight,
Life was full of colors;
Sweet dreams and evergreen memories!
I found the thrill of adventure
In the little things,
The bittersweet quarrels with
The old best friends,
The childhood seems to be
A fantasy today.
When insomnia was...
When I was a boy of eight,
Life was full of colors;
Sweet dreams and evergreen memories!
I found the thrill of adventure
In the little things,
The bittersweet quarrels with
The old best friends,
The childhood seems to be
A fantasy today.
When insomnia was...