Where did they go those carefree days,
When the prospect of morrow ne'er had me scared,
When being grown-up was the wish shared by all,
But this coveted prize was not worth the cost,
I spend every hour awake ,
Living a lie of calculated cheerfulness,
The smile I smile cannot be more fake,
A world that follows the same,
Oh do i yearn to forget these ways,
This hopelessness,distrust and distaste,
Nostalgia strikes me again and I,
I rejoice in the memory of those carefree days.
Now as I look back on those glorious days,
The prospect of a bleak future has scared me witless,
But fear ne'er failed to inspire greatness and hence
It's time to roll up those neatly pressed sleeves,
Toil and sweat away all day,
So don't let those shoulders droop,
And lest a frown should appear on your face,
Because the future's not written in stone my friend,
It shall be what we make out of our today.
