
In the warmth of a day,
We listlessly fade into euphoria;
With a folk tune,
And a blank page in hand,
Daylight passes like fading thoughts;
With a cheerful melody,
We get carried away;
Lost in thought,
Confused about being carefree,
And dancing with time;
Mother remembers the time,
And son begins again;
I lost it all but the fear of the Lord;
That wise men have never forgotten;
Withstanding the memory,
And never forgetting,
Remembering my children's first laugh;
The smell of some flower I don't know,
Begins to arouse a thought;
I am at peace on a Sunday morning;
Remembering the time
And remembering when
A moment that's mine
Fells like life begins