Can I explain my life With out my childhood Merely,. It's a fact I walk with freedom Not in my corridor Whole in the world No, the bit of that day I never lost You can see The happiest wind Murmuring , buzzing sound With out any tense Yes it's your childhood No one can indoctrinate you With out horse sence You seem dead habit or verdict Should feel the memories Do you have think about The keys of rain And how the heart was hot Why? Yes the memories never die