A certain smell, a distant sound
sometimes rolls back all the years
before the time life lost its charm
before learning of life's fears
and returns me back to innocence
to a time once long forgot
where golden shinning buttercups
made butter true or not?
when deep blue skies and fluffy clouds
would fill the summer sky
when boys were boys
and girls were girls
and no one questioned why
when walls were climbed to see the view
though secrets never bared
before night was dark and sometimes cold
and shadows made me scared
now each certain smell, each distant sound
that awakens times gone by
I'll enjoy my return to innocence
for each second that is mine.
