I remember many things

Like the time I had my own swing

 

It’s rope and wood and hangs on a tree

He’s always there to set me free

 

I’ll swing so high that I can see the next road

Going back and forth on foot to climb higher is fun

 

Sometimes I’ll be brave and take the leap

Fly through the air and land with a thud

 

Many times this trick really works

But sometimes it really hurts

 

I want to go back to simpler times

When joy is fun and it’s not a crime

 

When we are humans and jokes were jokes

No one is angry at what life has in store…