MY DAYS, MY MEMORIES

Back when I was a child,

All was well, all was fine

I craved for sweets, I craved for ice cream

I cried for tea, I cried for bread

As if I did not know they were purchased

I enjoyed playing in the soil

I did enjoy the dirt, all was food

I was great, we all thought we were

I sang, I did not care the payment of vocals

I did not lie, it was not necessary

All that is gone, all that is past

I will not say it is not well though it is not

I crave not for sweets anymore, I crave for survival

I crave not for ice cream today, I crave for a life

I do not cry for tea, not bread I know it is bought

Not with stones, not with a smile but with some coins

Now, I have to be smart and clean,

So I can gather a moss

The more it is the better

I cannot dine on earth any more

I save it for the mad

Great people are because they strive

They are because they toil and sweat

If you must sing, you should be a singer

Music heals the soul

I cannot speak like I spoke then

Many will lose me and none will lend me

Man hides in a mound of deceit