Red Bricks

There were days when we coloured our lives in
Before every­thing went silent, black and white
There were days when we were sober
Now spend them intox­i­cat­ed with the mem­o­ries
There were days when we thought we were immor­tal
Now we are wait­ing for the clutch­es of death
The dreams of our youth, shat­tered and bro­ken
The red bricks that meant too much and the blank walls that had heard too much
The peo­ple who loved us with for­ev­er, those who nev­er held us back
The care­free won­der in our eyes, now replaced by hard­ened respon­si­bil­i­ty of life
The rebel­lious streaks in our hair, now we con­form to soci­ety
We found refuge in the fort of our inno­cence
The child­hood now lives for­ev­er
The red bricks still whis­per loud­ly
About the spir­it of those who nev­er quite left.