Nostalgic memories have the brightest light shining in my mind,
In the depths of my memory vault.
It makes them easy to find.
It’s almost like a dream,
When you think back and remember
When you were smaller,
When your legs were shorter
But they seemed to move so much faster,
When you seemed to be able to
Climb a tree,
Build a fort,
Explore the woods,
Have a snack
And take a nap
All before dinner.
(Now you’re lucky to finish that paper before midnight.)
Have you ever felt safer than in those memories?
Will you ever hold anything so dear?
I like to bring them out when it gets dark,
Just to shine some light.