When we were young by Rebecca Scarf.

Back when we were young, we held the world in our hands,
the tides of time flowing through our fingers.
We had every tree in our grasp, every leaf fresh like spring.
In those summer days we laughed for the first time, in those summer days, we explored life.
The world has turned many times since and spun us around back to back,
and we walked, we ran, we travelled into the now,
across a desert of thirst with no return,
friendship that was then, now just a memory,
that ripples in the sea of time, like an endless whirlpool of mirrors.
The strongest ties become wisps of spider webs,
held in a cold barren room, with spiders long gone.
but back when we were young, we stood still and strong,
we stood together, hand in hand.
back, far back, when we were young.