Sweet Home

In those lost days of wonder,

In a time, where I was younger

Where the days faded faster

And my eyes couldn't grow duller

Where my feeble heart didn't falter

For I was too blind to notice

The thorns behind the pretty roses,

The grief in words unspoken

How thin was the bubble, now broken

I can only dream of those stolen days

For my tears can't give enough praise

To the bright home which raised me

And those sweet days I couldn't see