Back in time when i was through my golden days,
I remember ,cherish those moments and ways.
When I was a kid, flew high in the night sky,
Imagining my hands as the wings of birds;
My ambition was to go high and high,
school was the place,with fun and nerds.
They used to love me, they used to praise me,
I was the brightest of the stars, shining all over;
Success was mine, hard work was the key,
All the teachers were guides, not a single drover.
But then this blest time went away, waving his hand.
I grew up realizing, there was nothing left but sand.
– Tim Salvo “KKK”