I Miss My Mayberry

i remember how simple and innocent everything used to be. it makes me cry sometimes to think about it. there's an ache in my heart that yearns for that time again. a time of stability, when friends were always there, i got to see my family whenever, home actually felt like home, youth group was always every sunday, listening to a quiet guitar under a starry sky, when friends didnt have to deal with terrible stuff, when i had a place to escape to, when i could believe that promises last forever. innocence..where did it go? no worry..where did it go? growing up comes at a price.