"The colors of spring"

    Sometimes I miss the innocence of my youth
    The times my mom would lie to hide me from the truth.

    And warm summer days that seemed to never end
      And childhood adventures shared with a friend.

  The visions of santa flying his sleigh and singing silent night
      And if I ever felt bad how Mom would make it all right

  And the soft sound of rain and the many colors of spring
Waiting for the Easter bunny and all the candy he would bring

      oh how I miss those youthful days free of bills
          No responsibilities at all life was all thrills 

  It’s funny how when you’re young you just want to get older
  But life is harder now with all the responsibility to shoulder

              Just once I wish I could go back
        To the family picnics and racing in a sack

      Or sitting under the Moonlight gazing at the stars
        Thinking to myself there could be life on mars.

      But I know that won’t happen I’m stuck here for good
        I better stop dreaming and face the facts like I should

                My youth is gone now  I had my chance
      It’s not the first day of school or the last senior dance

              And who knows what my future may bring
          I might still be able to see the colors of spring