A girl before the mirror
Clumsily paints her face
A mask she will hide behind
A façade of beauty and grace
A woman brushes her hair
As tears fall from her eyes
The beauty has passed too quickly
Only time left to cry
Looking back on yesterday
Those innocent days of innocent dreams
Life was so very simple then
What could it all mean?
Looking back in wonder
To the days of lost dreams
The princess, the hero, the legend in the making
Where did they all lead?
Looking back with wanting
To live those days sorely missed
Never quite content
To reminisce
Looking back
A boy wakes up early
Takes a lengthy run
Attends all the practices
The crowd loves this one
A man walks too slowly
His body large and bones weak
Days of glory passed too quickly by
Left him humble and meek
Looking back on yesterday
Those innocent days of innocent dreams
Life was so very simple then
What could it all mean?
Looking back in wonder
To the days of lost dreams
The princess, the hero, the legend in the making
Where did they all lead?
Looking back with wanting
To live those days sorely missed
Never quite content
To reminisce
Looking back
Nothing can change the past
Still we’re
Looking back
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