Even as I write them, they are faded
That song brings them back
Reminds me of a time when nothing mattered
But then I remember the good times
And that song rings through the struggles
And the times will be good, soon.
The sun still shines, though not as brightly as I remember
It has moved on in its life
Along with everyone else.
Some close, some far away.
Some hard to watch.
Too fast for my small mind to wrap its fingers around
No longer innocent, without worries
The world was a happier place then
When the times that are gone now,
were still here.
The times of sunshine are gone now,
Just a memory fading in time
Like the echoes of that song