Take me to a place
Where we used to hang out and play
Take me to a place
Where we used to be young at age
Take me to a place
Where we felt that it's so easy to fly
To the outer space
Take me
Where magic used to be
Take me where love was spread
Between you and me
Although I think that life
Isn't bad
But it used to be good
I don't know why it turned out
To be so bad
We were young
We were mad
We questioned the authority
Of every leader or scum bag
We used to raise our flag up high
To the sky where the sun never goes down
Would you please take me to this place?
Please,
I don't want to stay
On this gloomy decade
I don't want to be a part of this age
It's like a gypsy living within royals
But hey!
It's a gypsy we are talking about
Maybe we shall not return to the past
But our souls may stay there
For a long while even if we pass
YOU ARE READING
Beyond The World.
PoetryBeyond the noise of the world there's a stairway leading to the basement of a fantastic world.
