Blades of grass

The stars gleaming in our eyes,

Our fingers brushing blades of grass.

Those were the days;

When we were young and innocent.

Before the bombs started dropping,

Or technology enslaved our minds.

Before we were ripped away from sanity,

To live a life in a dream

When we could wake up without hesitation.

When we could tell ourselves good things.

Before we learned to hate ourselves ,

And before we learned to hate each other

Back in those simple days

When what's forgotten is always remembered

A time when you don't lose your mind at the drop of a pin

Or scream internally at the thought of just living

The stars gleaming in our eyes,

Our fingers brushing blades of grass.

Those were the days;

When we were young and innocent.