When I was new
and the world was new.
So many roads to wander
under a cerulean sky.
Forbidden fruits to savor,
forbidden lips to taste.
Full of promise, flowers
budding on the vine.
Their perfume covering
my fingertips.
I hurried through each day
alive with my songs.
The moon rose just for me and
stars burned just for me
Every morning brought
sunshine to my window.
Another day filled with wonder
waiting at my doorstep.
Spring was greener then.
When I was new
and the world was new.
