Travelling Back in time To the bright days Our lives were Empty of demons Trees of blissfulness Were blossoming everywhere And the light of hope Lightened our destiny Sadly, it was just a trip To the memory lane The happy fields, where I cannot go back Nostalgia breeds my fiends Staring in the glare Of my mourning And left with all the blackness Which rusts my heart I, the keeper of the past Will always weep for the old days