You know sometimes I sit and think,
As the tears well up in my eyes,
Of how simple life used to be,
Of how my inspiration has run dry.
Problems weren’t even problems back then,
Self-inflicted and petty complications,
The way emptiness became an adventure,
With a little use of imagination.
Mamma would make us all go to church,
She believed in us saying our daily prayers,
What we had was pure innocence,
A purity of which we were unaware.
I’m wishing I could go back again,
Back to enjoy those happy days,
Forgetting everything that’s happened in between,
And reminisce about the old ways.
But there’s no way it can happen,
You don’t know how I wish that it could be,
I wish I had enjoyed it more
Each moment of simplicity, innocence and purity.
Now I get on my knees and I pray,
Because I know only kindness matters,
When you’ve been dragged through life like I have,
And your world ends up in tatters.
I should’ve listened to my Mamma more,
But how could I possibly know,
That each word she spoke was true,
I can hear her saying she told me so…
But years down the track I’ve taken it on bored,
Each and every single word of her advice,
Has helped through the trying times,
And rough points in my life.
What happened to my sister,
Where’d she disappear after all this time,
Perhaps I pushed her too far,
Or things were never fine.
Well she’s a grown woman now,
With a child of her own,
Her beautiful son Tyler Jay
It’s a shame she’s raising him alone.
I wish I could be there for her,
To offer her support and affection,
But I’m not keen on being hurt again,
I fear her rejection.
But surely she hasn’t forgot,
How we were at her sons age,
The giggles, playtime, and laughter,
My hasn’t time turned quite a page.
Cause the girls are growing up,
And moving out of home,
Becoming engaged and getting married,
Or having babies of their own.
It’s bizarre how life has changed,
We used to have so much fun,
Years down the track we still got our friendship,
And life has really just begun.
But regardless of what happens,
I promise to never let go, you see,
Of the memories I’ve managed to hold onto,
Of how we used to be.
