Echoes of youth

Oh, those days when life was green and bright,

When every morning danced in golden light.

Laughter ringing through the open air,

Hearts so light, without a single care.

Were there thorns we never really knew?

Or just skies painted in endless blue?

Echoes of youth, they call me home,

Back to the time when we used to roam.

Dreams in our eyes, stars in the night,

Love was a song, and the world felt right.

Oh, can we go back, even for a while,

To the days when we lived in a childlike smile?

Shadows hid where we could not yet see,

But all we felt was wild and running free.

Stories waiting on each open door,

Never knowing what life held in store.

Did we sense the pain that time would bring?

Or did we trust the goodness in everything?

Echoes of youth, they call me home,

Back to the time when we used to roam.

Dreams in our eyes, stars in the night,

Love was a song, and the world felt right.

Oh, can we go back, even for a while,

To the days when we lived in a childlike smile?

Now I look back through the window of time,

Memories soft as a nursery rhyme.

Was it all perfect, or just painted so?

Truth or a dream—I may never know.

Echoes of youth, they still remain,

Like whispers that drift through gentle rain.

Carried by time, but never gone,

They live in the lines of every song.

So I’ll keep them close, through joy and strife—

The sweetest echoes of a once-lived life.