Playing in the sand, jumping in the air, caution t the wind, we never really cared.love would never hurt, wounds would always heal. Truth on our tongue, songs had all been sung, without the slightest care, we would always dare. Then we learn the truth, this world is just a loot, To never get the boot, we learned t be a brute. Gone wer the days when.innocence prevailed,we grew up too soon, no matter where from we hailed. I rem the days .lost in this worlds expense.those wer the days o the pinnacle o innocence..