Default Title - The World Is My Own

remember

Remember when survival was a guarantee?
Do you remember when our hearts were light and full of joy?
Remember how the world fell at our feet.
Remember when sleeping meant fresh starts and hope?
Do you remember when our hearts were warm and whole?
Remember how the stage lights slowly dimmed.
Remember when we were Young. Do you remember when we were Young?
Remember how it felt to finally grow old.