Bits Of Kids

Seems so long ago
We were just bits of kids
Playing in the garden
Kicking ball and crashing dustbin lids

It means we had to grow
Then, when we were men
Chasing girls and dancing slow
Playing hard until the end

Where are we now
When the tide is in
We’re looking out and
Searching for a new beginning

The kindest words from her mouth
In these moments I breathe again
Pulling in the clearest air
Take these omens
I’ll see you when
We’re walking to the Druid’s Chair