Sitting in a crowd, alone with my thoughts,
I wonder about the time when beauty was not lost.
When there flowed beautiful rivers and streams,
When the smoke grays were flowery mauve and greens.
Sitting in a crowd, alone with my thoughts,
I wonder about the times when happiness was not lost.
When there were children all around, well and agile,
When going by the beach would’ve been enough for a smile.
Sitting in a crowd, alone with my thoughts,
I wonder about the times when honesty was not lost
When stealing and lying was just fantasy,
When justice was not a scorned on ecstasy.
Sitting in a crowd, alone with my thoughts
I wonder about the times when love was not lost
When everyone shared and hugged and respect gleamed,
When peace was not just another dream.
