Sitting here on the bench Looking at the sandbox Watching how the kids play Running on the sidewalks Hearing voices and sounds Coming out from all sides I remember the time When I was young
Here it comes, my last breath But what will happen next? Looking at my old hands They can rejuvenate I’m still here near the bench Playing with my new friends Sitting in the sandbox I’m a child again
I am here alone on my own ‘cause I’m old Now I’m back to childhood and the sandbox is my gold