The Teentimes
The Teentimes
You, O my blooming flowers!
Be the beauty of unfolding creation
The sparkles in eyes
The waves that rhyme
Dream high
Soar in the expanse of sky
Unfold your wings
To land of rainbows you fly.
Wild days full of hopes
Rushing adrenaline, the hills and slopes
Smell of grass, the starry nights
Walking hand in hand and the intense fights
Run through fields and streets
Chasing all your dreams.
Chorus of laughter
Ah those innocent mischiefs
Keep on living every moment with jest
My darlings! These are the days
These are the days that make you, the you
And pave the path ahead.