Long Lost Youth

Oh for the days of my long lost youth

Making paper airplanes and watching them glide

Looping like a barnstorming pilot of the 30s

Above the tree tops like birds on high

Our imagination didn't see paper airplanes

We envisioned we were pilots on board

Soaring skyward with not a worry in the world

We could almost hear the engines roar

Another favourite pastime was climbing trees

Like a mast on a jolly old pirate ship

Looking out to the ocean with our telescope

With a musket hanging from my hip

Oh for those long ago days of my youth

When things were normal each day

Nothing out of the ordinary, no great tragedy

You woke up and went out to play

A war was raging in some far off land

It all seemed exciting, us against them

Not knowing the impact of this horrible conflict

A terrible deadly fight to the end