The Book of Life

I turn back to the pages,
Of my youth and wonder.
Look back on the days,
That have gone by.

Let a ready man read,
While the book is in my hand.
Let him take a stand.

I wish to see,
My younger days.
Spent in rain,
And sunshine rays.
When the melody was sweet,
Like the smell of my old street.

Reminded me of days of lost wonder,
The book of my life,
And the writings of leisure.
The movie plays in the land of the blind.
Now pause and please rewind.

Give me back my naiveté,
I wish to learn again.
My ship is drifting,
Without a sail.

Let the child inside me live,
While I can make a stand.
Lend me a hand.

I want to learn,
From my mistakes.
Learn to give,
And when to take.
When to rise up above,
From the sound on that playground.

Reminded me of days of lost wonder,
The book of my life,
And the writings of leisure.
The movie plays in the land of the blind.
Now pause and please rewind.

Remember days of paper ships,
Like dreams that float and flip.
A time of boundless love,
Beyond the sky up above.
Chasing cars down the street,
And happy sounds of growing feet.

Reminded me of days of lost wonder,
The book of my life,
And the writings of leisure.
The movie plays in the land of the blind.
Now pause and please rewind.