The good old days

Give me back the good old days,
where everything was better than today.

Give me back the fresh air,
where I could breath freely.

Give me back the clean cities,
where I didn’t need to step over dog’s poop.

Give me back the quiet,
where I could listen to singing birds.

Give me back the friendly people,
where I could go and chat for hours.

Give me back my dreams,
where I could dream of a bright future.

Give me back my youth,
where I could sing and dance through the world.

Give me back my life,
because I’m old now and my days are numbered.

Give me back the good old days;
I miss them so much.

Gimme da Stars

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