In childhood’s golden days we roam,Where laughter paints the skies,Hand in hand through fields unknown,Chasing dreams with wide-eyed ties.Through stormy nights and sunny morns,We build a world of wonder,With whispered secrets softly sworn,Our bond no storm can sunder.In the tapestry of life we weave,Threads of joy and sorrow blend,In every moment, we believe,Our hearts will mend, our spirits transcend.As time unfolds its gentle wings,Memories dance in soft embrace,The melody of laughter sings,In the sacred space we trace.