How I’ll love again to be eight,
When my soul was free,
Pure as snowflakes.
I knew no hate,
I didn’t have to struggle,
I never had a part to play in life’s puzzles.
How i miss waking up late,
Running away from my mum in the winter rain.
Covering every inch of my street,
With my budding strength and my nimble feet.
And going ahead to rule my neighborhood and conquer its fields.
Though i fall ill and weak,
Everyone loved me,
I remember those endless sweets,
Those cakes i never had to work to eat,
How i cried away my troubles,
And went ahead to cause the neighbors trouble.
How much i was loved,
Though all the pains that i caused.
I never knew despair or deceit,
I never cried when i skinned my knees.
I never had to worry about heartbreak,lies and deceit.
I remember my only fear,
That age will come soon,
Take me away to join my peers.
How i long for those enchanting years,
To be young again,forever eight.