When our gaze upon the sky we'd fix
Waiting to witness the sun rise
While in the kitchen, our breakfast Mama fix
When while hunting for crickets under tree roots
From a nearby shrub an owl hoots
And scattered, we would run without boots
Then shiver at night during tales of the woods
When we fought darkness with oil Lamps
When we'd happily display our pants
Chase fire flies while the birds chant
Yes, when we didn't worry about needs and wants
When tomorrow was another play day
Whoever though about pay day
But would rejoice for no farm on Sunday
Then ironically, worry about school on Monday
Those Queens from way back
Who wont seek for a King with six pack
Nor trace happiness along a fast track
But make do with just a shack
Days Of My Innocence!
Those Queens from way back
Who wont seek for a King with six pack
Nor trace happiness along a fast track
But make do with just a shack
Days Of My Innocence!
