Do You Remember?

Bare feet running down the hallway floor,

Winter morning creeping through the door.

One little box beneath the pine,

And for a moment, everything was mine.

A chocolate bar tucked inside my sleeve,

A plastic toy I never wanted to leave.

Funny how the smallest thing

Could make the whole house sing.

Now I wake with a thousand thoughts,

Trying to find what growing up forgot.

I’ve got everything I thought I’d need,

So why does something still feel out of reach?

Do you remember

When a little could be enough?

When joy was hiding in the ordinary stuff?

We never needed all the answers,

We just opened up the door.

And somehow every day

Was worth believing for.

I know I can’t turn back the years,

Can’t make the old days stay—

But somewhere underneath it all,

That spark still knows my name.

Do you remember

How easy it was to believe?

I miss the kid who never stopped

To wonder when the sunlight would be gone,

Who spent the afternoon in backyard dirt,

Building little worlds where nothing ever hurt.

Now every favor has a hidden cost,

Every smile gets weighed against the loss.

And I’d give almost anything tonight

To borrow his eyes for just one night.

But maybe getting older

Doesn’t mean the flame has died.

Maybe it’s been sleeping

Under all this noise inside.

Maybe all this weather

Could be washing something clean—

Maybe there’s still a little boy

Waiting underneath me.

Do you remember

When a little could be enough?

When joy was hiding in the ordinary stuff?

We never needed all the answers,

We just opened up the door.

And somehow every day

Was worth believing for.

I know I can’t turn back the years,

Can’t make the old days stay—

But somewhere underneath it all,

That spark still knows my name.

Do you remember

How easy it was to believe?

Maybe it’s a rainy afternoon,

An old record playing slightly out of tune.

A friend who shows up with a paper cup,

A conversation that reminds me I’m enough.

Maybe I’ll laugh until my stomach hurts,

Maybe I’ll stop and watch the birds.

Maybe wonder wasn’t left

In some yesterday I knew—

Maybe it’s been waiting here,

Waiting for me to notice too.

Do you remember

When the world was wide and new?

When every little miracle

Felt like it belonged to you?

I know I can’t go backwards,

And maybe I don’t need to try.

Maybe there’s a little wonder

Still waiting outside.

So I’ll keep chasing after peace,

Not the child I used to be—

Just the part of him that somehow

Never stopped believing in me.

Do you remember?

I think I do.

Maybe that old wonder

Was waiting here for me too.