The times when you where high
The times when u never sighed
The times when you owned the world
The times when you meant every word
The times when you were the king
When songs of freedom u used to sing
The times of all equity
The times away from reality
All are going by
All are going by
It hurts when you are pushed from the Everest
It hurts when you walk alone in the forest
But then when you rise
And there comes your prize
The phoenix you are
Rising from ashes
Surviving all crashes
But in the end u will miss good old days
All those genuine childish plays
