Thinking back to days gone past
I wonder how I coped
It wasn’t how it should have been
Not nearly what I’d hoped
The template was defective
Not blaming anyone
For they were raised in stricken times
They passed them to their son.
Everyone is similar
Their childhood formed their lives
Some were lucky, some were not
But what was then arrives
To drive our thoughts and instincts
To damage and deform
Thank God that we have Jesus
To help us through the storm.
