Recall those times of mirthful song,
How we used to sing along.
Why does the time feel so long,
Since I left the place where innocent belong?

Those times, they feel far, far away.
Sometimes I wish I could just fly, far away.
But I'm wingless, caged and spurned
By the paths to which I turned.

Recall when we'd run across the field,
Only at sundown would we yield.
But now you're dirtied, now you've killed.
When will this chaos at last be stilled?

Those times, they feel far, far away.
Sometimes I wish I could just fly, far away.
But I'm wingless, caged and spurned
By the paths to which I turned.

So many failures I've been forced to cope
The successes unseen in the world's big scope.
Blinded, around this pitch dark I grope.
When will this world have a hope?

Those times, they feel far, far away.
Sometimes I wish I could just fly, far away.
But I'm wingless, caged and spurned
By the paths to which I turned.