We ran like fury fires.
Unstoppable through the whistling wind of friendship and
fun.
We played like untamed cubs.
Deep in the meadows of this mysterious life.
Our minds flew high,
Through life’s bounds of reality and beyond…
Our spirits soared freely,
Unto the heaven’s lying above.
We were young and playful with life.
Living in a world of magic and sleight of hand.
Still innocent of what lies beyond the things we saw.
Still seeking what life will throw upon us.
We were kids and young at hearts.
The magic burns within our very hearts.
And now that we are crooked and old,
And that magic had faded away long since,
The memories will still remain…
When we were kids and young at hearts.
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