this used to be our playground….

We used to have a playground.
We used to have a childhood dream.
We used to have a place to run to.
We used to have a home.
We used to call it family.
We used to be so carefree.
Our eyes so full of glee.
We used to have a playground
We’d get LOST
but then get found.
We used to have a playground.
A place so safe and sound.
We used to have a place to run to
A shrouded memory
of a distant past.

I’m sorry Madonna.