Where the Childhood Goes

Where do the summers hide when daylight fades away? Where do the dreams we had still softly play? They drift beyond the sleeping town in quiet streams of light, And vanish as the stars replace the night. The streets are calm, the swings don’t move, the voices fade to air, The echoes of a younger world still linger there. A door once open now is closed, its memory softly glows — And I still wonder where the childhood goes. It’s somewhere past the edge of time, where every dream still grows, Beyond the snow, beyond the rain — where only memory knows. It lives in laughter lost and found, in hearts the river chose, I’ll never find the road again — where the childhood goes. Maybe it waits in fields of gold, beneath a faded sky, Where days were endless, and tears could never dry. It hides behind the simple joy that only children know, A warmth that fades too fast, too soon, too slow. And though I walk through all the years, I cannot turn around, The world keeps spinning, yet that place can’t be found. It calls me softly in the wind, a voice the evening knows — And I still wonder where the childhood goes. It’s somewhere past the edge of time, where every dream still grows, Beyond the snow, beyond the rain — where only memory knows. It lives in laughter lost and found, in hearts the river chose, I’ll never find the road again — where the childhood goes.