A Child's Eyes
To see through child's eyes again
Oh lord now such a dream,
Of scented air with not a care
And tales of all we've seen.
The warmth of days in summers haze
The softest breezes blew
A reverence of innocence
Those days were all too few.
When day was ending we grew tired
Then tucked into our beds
Spawned dreams of scenes, a field of fire
Inside our youthful heads.
But why these thoughts as I now age?
Should haunt me with such pain?
As life and strife is my next page
I wish for youth again.
poem by Dave James
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