I miss my past,
my childhood days,
when I lived my life
in a playful haze.

I miss the fights
I did not hear.
I miss the pains
I did not fear.

For now I'm grown
and now I know
The tear filled nights
that hurt me so.

The years have past;
Those nights are gone,
but I hear them still;
The pain lives on.

I miss my home
and those vicious fights.
I miss the joy
of ignorant nights.