Mark McCullough

Childhood's End

I am taking a stroll through the garden of youth
Doing my best to hide from the truth
Across the yard, a young boy I see
My heart won’t deny it, that young boy is me

It seemed so surreal, and yet it was true
The world was ending and not a thing I could do
No one cared about what I had to say
Only thing I can do now is cherish these days

I can’t take this pain, if only I could hide
And shut away these demons that eat me inside
But I just can’t escape, the rain keeps on falling
Please, won’t somebody answer my calling?

All the memories of joy bring nothing but tears
Yet I still find myself reliving these years
All my former delights have now become plights
And I sit here and cry on this terrible night

Was I betrayed? Forsaken by friends
And by the ones that I love but now can’t trust again
You tell me “don’t hurt”, but you don’t know what it’s like
To be kicked when you’re down and unable to fight

What’s left for me here? With my memories intact
I will say my goodbyes and I won’t ever look back
The pain will be eased and when I see the sun rise
My brave new world will lie in front of my eyes


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