I laid upon the large flat rock
Wind blowing gently through my hair
watching the clouds go by so fast
It felt I was moving laying there
The sun was setting, growing cool
How glorious those old days were
Not the greying feeble old fool
that I've become now to her.
No harsh or biting words left out
No sparing any hurt or scorn
they fall on wounded ears those words
that leave my heart and soul so torn
I can do no right it seems
I can live with all the screams
but leave my childhood to me for now
I lay upon that flat rock, in dreams.
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