Laughing to the fullest, Dancing on those tiny feet. I dreamt yesterday, of the ten year old me.
Catching butterflies, And growing daffodils on the hill. Lost in those happy ending stories, With wide smiles and grin. I dreamt yesterday, of the ten year old me.
It's been a decade, and things have changed tremendously. It's more like pain and sin, than daffodils and grin. Wish I could turn back the time, wish I could run through those meadows again, wish I could be that ten year old again. " Some dreams become memories, isn't it? "