little houses with eyes of glass
echoes of children playing on the street
faint perfume of flowers lingering in the air
everything seems different
maybe it is just me
or maybe it's the world
but there is a change down memory lane
people i once knew are gone
no children play where they once played
guns and silence have taken the place
of jump ropes, tag and laughter
everything seems different
maybe it is just me
or maybe it's the world
but there is a change down memory lane
what happened to children being safe at home?
why must they fear being out in the world?
it's not me, it is the world
there is a change down memory lane