Under the old oak tree where we once played,
The leaves whisper stories, of days undisguised.
Memories, sweet and clear, in the air so pure,
Caught in time, as fine as amber.

Frozen in time, in every smile, every word,
In the images of our youth, undisturbed.
The world keeps turning, but here it stays still,
In the moments of yore that never fade.

The echo of our laughter echoes across the lake,
Where we skipped stones, in the sunset so late.
Every jump, every wave, a sealed vow,
Of friendship that lasts forever, in the corridor of time.

Frozen in time, in every smile, every word,
In the images of our youth, undisturbed.
The world keeps turning, but here it stays still,
In the moments of yesteryear that never fade.

Can you feel it, like back then, very close,
The light-heartedness that was in us?
Old paths, familiar faces,
In our hearts, the old stories.

Frozen in time, in every smile, every word,
In the images of our youth, undisturbed.

The world keeps turning, but here it stays still,
In the moments of yesteryear that never fade.
So I hold on, to the days so clear,
In my heart, always evident.

Frozen in time, a treasure that lives forever,
In the memories that life weaves.