Innocent Times

They were days I’ll never see again

But I always took life for the best,

They were days of endless mischief

And got away with the hominess,

There were evening walks

and there were night stalks

Disco and reveling from a.m. to p.m.

They are days long gone

But they were always innocent times.

There were times I yelled at my mother

That there’s no peace at home no one listened to another;

There were times the home was so cold

That I kept to myself I thought I was going dumb forever;

There were arguments and the cat-fights

I ran away for days and nights

Sure that everybody hated me –

But they were always innocent times.

Then there were days reason took flight

That I lost my mind I was going crazy,

There were the endless phone calls;

When I was a good orator

I talked on the phone to the break of the day;

Then came the day of the breakup

It hurt like hell – as it should at eighteen

But they were always innocent times.


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