Playing in the grass used to be my favorite pastime
I never thought that one day I'd be old
Picture you and me with the weeds up to our knees
We were only eight but back then we were bold
They saw kids
We saw storytellers
Our toys were warriors from distant lands
They saw make-believe but we saw best sellers
Legends we carefully crafted and planned
Thought I'd never see the day that we both parted ways
But let's make this story a little fantastical
The bard got a quest, took her horse, and she left
Who knows what lies ahead
Maybe something magical
But I won't forget you
Promise I'll be back soon
This isn't the ending
It's only a stanza inside of an epic
We'll always be those kids, laughing and playing along the veranda
Hiding from your mom when she came to pick you up because we weren't done with fairytales quite yet
Colored pencils on the floor
The world was still ours to explore
Our wild tales, oh how could I forget
They saw kids
We saw storytellers
Our toys were warriors from distant lands
They saw make-believe but we saw best sellers
Legends we carefully crafted and planned
Thought I'd never see the day that we both parted ways
But let's make this story a little fantastical
The bard got a quest, took her horse, and she left
Who knows what lies ahead
Maybe something magical
But I won't forget you
Promise I'll be back soon
This isn't the ending
It's only a stanza inside of an epic
We'll always be those kids, laughing and playing along the veranda
Went from eight to eighteen in a couple of months
But we're both far from done with our storytelling
Let's not wait around, allow us to be drowned in our act break
Let's make our tale more compelling
I guess you could say that I'm going away
But let's make this story a little fantastical
The bard got a quest, took her horse, and she left
Who knows what lies ahead
Maybe something magical
But I won't forget you
Promise I'll be back soon
This isn't the ending
It's only a stanza inside of an epic
We'll always be those kids, laughing and playing along the veranda