I saw the sun, moths on the vines, trying to catch them,

Riding my bike up and down the sidewalk, not a care.

A couple of friends, Ricky, Kenneth, we played back then,

We would climb up the fence, a lemon tree, my roof a fantasy.

Pretending it was our fortress, collections for weapons, we believed,

Things we thought were so fun would disappear with the changing years.

Jack in the box was such a treat, adventures in the park, a ferris wheel to see,

A dad who was a bigger hero than any comic book could show to me.

Morning cartoons were the best, bugs bunny cartoon hour and the rest,

Magic was for a young boy so real but dreams last forever beyond being a child.

When i was young i ran in the sun, had friends with names, with the wind i am today.

Keith Garrett