I remember the good old days

Silent, invisible, alone.

No one to laugh with me

To cry with me

To be immature with me

I walked with my shadow

My mind was on other things;

I wonder what I'm having for lunch...

But those are the old sad days

These are the good new days

I have people to laugh with me

To cry with me

To be immature with me

I walk with others shadows now

And I'm thinking about other things;

I wonder what we're going to do tomorrow...

I have ground to step on

Shoulders to lean on

And voices to build on.