The Wonder

There’s less now in my view

The simple things are few

The woods have altered too

For the boy now in mans shoes

I’ve put away my toys

And organized my joy

And all of this destroys

The man that once was boy

Oh…

The garage stores my bike

The trading cards I liked

So I’ll close the door and hide

With the wonder that was mine

So I’ll close the door and hide

With the wonder that was mine

Oh…