Faith's Fire in the Divide

We'll be right back. We'll be right back. Lazy afternoons calling my name. Sunlight dancing through the window pane. Running wild with brothers side by side. Building forts where the tall grass hides. Picnics spread on checkered blankets. Bright stories told under the moonlit night. Hands held tight in the summer rain. Laughter ringing like a sweet refrain. Those simple joys that time can't steal. Forever etched in what I feel. Oh, the good old days, they pulled my heart. Back to the start where love took part. Nostalgia song keep me smiling wide. Foot full of warmth from the other side. Sing it loud, let the memories ride. We were alive in that golden tide. Years rolled on like a river. So true, blipped skin, but the feeling's new. In quiet moments, I close my eyes. See those face, hear their joyful cries. No regret, just a thankful sigh. Grateful for the tears and the high. Oh, the good old days, they pulled my heart. Back to the start where love took part. Nostalgia song keeps me smiling wide. Foot full of warmth from the other side. Sing it loud, let the memories ride. We were alive. We were alive in that golden tide. Golden tide. Golden tide forever mine. Nostalgia's light always shines. Golden tide. Golden tide. Golden tide. Golden tide. Golden tide. Golden tide. Golden tide. Golden tide. Golden tide. Golden tide. Golden tide. Golden tide. Golden tide. Golden tide. Golden tide. Golden tide. Golden tide. Golden tide. Golden tide. Golden tide. Golden tide. Golden tide. Golden tide.