"When I was small, and Christmas trees were tall,
we used to love while others used to play.
Don't ask me why, but time has passed us by,
someone else moved in from far away.
Now we are tall, and Christmas trees are small,
and you don't ask the time of day.
But you and I, our love will never die,
but guess who'll cry come first of May.
The apple tree that grew for you and me,
I watched the apples falling one by one.
And as I recall the moment of them all,
the day I kissed your cheek and you were gone.
Now we are tall, and Christmas trees are small,
and you don't ask the time of day.
But you and I, our love will never die,
but guess who'll cry come first of May.
When I was small, and Christmas trees were tall,
do do do do do do do do do ...
Don't ask me why, but time has passed us by,
someone else moved in from far away."-First Of May, Sarah Brightman.
Looking back at when we were still kids who run around the backyard playing the game of 'pretence', I'm really envious of innocent children still enjoying their childhood and who are in the process of sculpturing their own childhood memories.
For whatever I'm doing now will never be considered 'childhood memories', even if they are interesting and memorable.
When I was small, and Christmas trees were tall, I held my Dad and Mom's hands side by side, and was assured of a worry-free day after day.
Now I am tall, and Christmas tress still towering, I held out my hand, only to grope about in darkness. I'm standing on a cliff that plunges down a thousand feet vertically into a vast, bottomless ocean.
What faith is there for me to hold on to?
