Growing older

One day, we will all wake up To the sound of silence In a house that was once never quit In a house that was once fill with people And it will be deafening. And your mom won't be in the kitchen Asking you to come downstairs And your childhood bedroom that you should with your sister will be dusty your childhood t-shirt will be all colourless what the memories would be years away And all that will be left is the pictures on the side of your bed no one will be there to wipe your tears life will be harder And there will be no one to listen to your pain once when we grow older we will always want to come back to the childhood time where there is no tension nothing just tension of getting good marks seeing at the photos we will have in our bedroom we will always want to get into that photos and relive the beautiful days that we had in childhood.