Down the memory lane.

It all seems like a mystical game,
Looking back down the memory lane.
A little girl with curious eyes,
The world was strange but had no lies.

The sun smiled and showered its rays,
While Alice and Cinderella amused her days.
Imagination sprinkled its colors in the air,
Everything seemed happy,healthy and fair.

But sometimes when grief struck her down,
Her mother's thought and words were shown.
Pale it all seemed in helplessness and despair,
There was so much that was broken and there for repair.

But a gaze at the misty winter sky,
Across the clouds I could hear a cry.
There was someone calling upon me from far,
Said the dawn of plight was very near.