My young eyes see the skies through colours of blue, red, yellow and grey. I often wonder how long this vision will stay.
Will I forget the people's faces, I greeted yesterday. Is it alright for them to see me as my beauty fades away.
You see my young eyes will become old and one day they will lay. Shut for all to reminisce about me back when we would play, but for now
Oh I have such young eyes, and to you I must say, do you see this world like me my friend or is your sky just another day.