Those were the days

I dream of happy days,
I dream of summer days,
I dream of days that were fine,
I dream that everything is mine.

I see children playing happily,
Laughter was heard and meant,
I sit and smile to myself,
Those were the days.

I remembered how I was once naïve,
Totally oblivious to the world,
My world was a small one,
With everything nice in it.

Years pass by and I grew up,
More important things came my way,
Would I never see better days?
Would I ever laugh sincerely again?

Expectations were running high,
I am bent under all the pressure,
No one can help me shoulder it,
Because it is my own.

I have been brought up in a way,
That what I have stirred up,
I need to clean it up,
However hard it may seem.

So many problems on my hand,
I try to tackle them as they come,
People ask me, “are you sure you can?”
And I tell them, “of course I can.”

Freedom is what I strive for,
Yet at this very age I have none,
Am I still treated like a child,
When I am already all grown up?

We hope to grow up fast,
But I wish to stay young,
Because those were the days,
When everything works my way.

Composed by,
Caryn