Open those shutters,
Wide awake you see,
Far away from the tale,
Heard once in May,
Pretty fairies bathe, flowers, mirth everywhere,
Now see nothing thee,
Only barren dust all around,
As reality strikes,
Nothing is left but sand,
Clutch it harder,lose it faster,
Memories of childhood to cherish,
As long as thee shall perish,
Eternal joy of youth,
Etched in the mind for life,
Now that thee are wretched,
Beneath the wrinkles that show,
Only the deep eyes that glow,
Reminiscing about the past of gold,
As you grow old..
Wide awake you see,
Far away from the tale,
Heard once in May,
Pretty fairies bathe, flowers, mirth everywhere,
Now see nothing thee,
Only barren dust all around,
As reality strikes,
Nothing is left but sand,
Clutch it harder,lose it faster,
Memories of childhood to cherish,
As long as thee shall perish,
Eternal joy of youth,
Etched in the mind for life,
Now that thee are wretched,
Beneath the wrinkles that show,
Only the deep eyes that glow,
Reminiscing about the past of gold,
As you grow old..