It was hidden, in the darkness,
No one suspected its existence.
But it was there, always for us,
Far away, at a distance.
I remember, as a child,
Walking delicately on the moss.
The weather, nice and mild,
Never warned us, of our loss.
It was paradise, always heaven,
Sunlight shining, through the trees.
I remember, I was seven,
When I played, amidst the leaves.
Five years later, it was over,
Sunlight gone, a cold wind.
Time, instead of moving slower,
Sped up, like a violin.
It was gone, my life was saddened,
It was colder, happiness gone.
Until springtime, when I realized,
That life was over, a new begun.
Now I pass it, on the highway,
It is cold, no sunlight shines.
But it is special, in a sad way,
The solitude, you'll find.
The land forsaken,
The playground abandoned,
I was aching,
It was broken.
Oh so sad, but so free,
I see it there, but I can't enter.
'Private Property!' Oh let me be,
For five years, it was my mentor.
Someday, I'll be back there,
Weaving among the trees.
Sitting in a lounge chair,
With happy sun, falling on me.
It will be there, until that day,
The memories, of such happiness.
Children at play,
Once more, will I know innocence.