I Miss the Old World

Do you miss how the times used to be missing cost of an old classic melody. Cost of being careful and young in your heart missing something long gone and forgotten something wind could explain or the birds on the trees or the rain on the leaves. Do you miss how people used to sing for trying to hear what it brings for peace on the streets, old used to see what voice can do to bring kids from a tree. How they saw beauty and freedom in their lives, they still sing even for their lifeless wives. How i miss mud on the sleeves playing with stones, what it achieves... Being so open minded being unique everyone had their own set of dreams. How they played on that grass never bored and the time never passed. Do you miss the time of pure air Nobody knew it would end so unfair That they'll take a breath from our lounges we won't be able to sing all that songs. How we mistreated the world of it's cause hoping that world will tear what we toss.