When Life Was Good and Bright

I am only eighteen and I see a time gone, and I miss when life was good and bright, when I flew in flight, to see such angel's beautiful delight, and see those girls I loved in the limelight. I miss those times, when life was good and bright. I've seen my lovers come and go, and I've seen my lovers below, and as our lives flow, I came with a blow, as the wind goes though your hair, I truly witnessed your beauty; I wish I could live back when life was good and bright, now I am still eighteen and in fright. I fear that I'll never be with you again- and I truly miss you, my dear. Let us go back to one day kisses, and midnight embraces, as we were face to face and a kiss shared under a street's lamplight, and we take a flight, on love's wings, a one way ticket back to when life was good and bright. .3.4.2014.