A glance at the past sends thoughts through my mind

Of those better days We’re longing to find

A sense of belonging caresses my soul

And leaps through the fountains of memories of old

Time holds my stature and gives me my pride

I am touched by a goodness, a relic that’s mine

Nostalgia and wisdom are one and the same

Like irony in a shoe box and a man with no name

Life’s for the living they shout with a burst

Explain to the boy who couldn’t finish first

A hoard of emotion and a fire from above

Keep sending them home and capture with love

Spirits flow freely in every small mind

Like templates of angels all knowing and kind

Show me the pilot , who will show me the way

To be the same person I was yesterday