Was colourful, and full of dreams
The colour has been ripped out - it's turned black and white.
Was full of freinds, to tell your secrets.
These new secrets hurt too much to share.
had fire; had songs, had tents and holidays
They're still there, but shrouded in the wish not to return.
Was light, was laughter and baking.
It was joy and sharing, was love and care.
This world is empty now.
I'm from the place you fall,
when your young enough to live in a dreamworld in the sky
and someone pulls the rug from beneath you feet.