The Lost memory

Who ever said life was easy?.. 

Remember the days where the sun was high in the sky, 
the days where you didn't have to wish you could fly, 
those days where you only had to smile and wave, 
days where you did not always have to behave. 

Like footsteps printed in the wet sand, 
like a pirate, hunting, seeking for a new land, 
the little body craving for love and joy, 
like a baby and his brand new trashy toy. 

So it grows up in the hands of a cruel man, 
parents, who drive it round in a silly old van, 
the bench feeling weak as the "mate" takes a quick sneak peek, 
the schoolbooks wieght deciding the faith, definetly not feeling safe.

As the days grow colder, the face gets older, 
those wrinkles revealing the truth, the battles of a tough youth,
a candle light had been lit, time for the neck to be bit, 
vampires luring in the night, waiting for an oppurtunity to fight. 

So it wanders out in the woods, fleeing from the hoods, 
trying to find peace, feeling the sweat and the grease, 
its head is a mess, it could not ask for less, 
the helmet getting tighter, it has always been a true fighter. 

So it lets the better mind win, a new story begin, 
feeling buff and tough, seeking the better sides of love,
wanting a new job, revealing that gentile sob, 
so as the tears shatter, it remembers that it doesnt matter..