I miss the days when I was younger

When God with his celestial grace

Would roar the sky with thunder

With every strike he got

The sky would light up bright

Revealing the heavens above

I miss he days when everyone was equal

When prejudice was only a myth

And popularity was unheard of

Our only worry for the day

Was what playground we would choose

And not what outfit we wore

I miss the days when school was fun

When we skipped around,

Excited for the day

Math was just two plus two

History wasnt filled with despair

And Magic School Bus was fine literature

Now my days of childhood are leaving

My tiny little innocence

Just an immperfect grain of sand

On the beaches of maturity

That will never was away

Into the darkend sea of stress

Math now includes letters and symbols

History is filled with a sudden meloncholy

School is now filled with all our insecurities

Constantly floating around our heads

Prejudice has found our fate

Popularity rings out above

I miss the days when this wasnt my reality

Turn back time

Wash the grains of sand

With a childish pester

Bring back the time when I was young

The time when I was happy

The time when everything was a wonderfilled journey