I Long to be Free

Stuck behind a desk all day long,
Wishing I was free to go roam;
Circumstances have shackled me to this chair,
But Oh! How I wish I could go home!

It is indeed a big bad world,
That gives friends no time to care;
Keeping everyone too busy with life,
To notice a heart in despair!

Sitting all alone most of the time,
I long for the days of yesteryear;
The joys and endless happiness,
When friends to us were dear!

But time goes on, Oh! Ever so fast,
Causing friends to drift far apart;
For reasons that seem so petty indeed,
Bringing only sorrow to the heart!

I wish those days lasted forever,
Days with no tension and worry;
Days where friendship meant something,
Days that have gone by in a hurry!

What wouldn't I give to go back in time,
And relive those glorious golden years;
I know deep down I ask the impossible,
And the thought, it brings me tears!

But one grows up and responsibility arrives,
And the time to be carefree is gone;
All alone the rouge world to face,
And for the younger days to mourn!

Shackled to this chair each day I sit,
Though the heart longs to be free;
There is no choice once you grow up,
At least there is none for me!