Lost In The Fifties br By Barbara Lynn Terry br br br I am a child of the fifties, br My teen years the sixties, br I was torn like the land of Dixie, br But yet I was strong enough to survive. br br Through the years, the fifties remain, br Deep in my mental domain, br As the years when I could laugh and play, br Until the dark set on me that day. br br When the dark days came, br I was unable to claim, br My stolen childhood, br As I sat in my room to brood. br br So when the dark days set on me, br I sit and listen to the songs that be br From that era, so I can laugh and play br Lost in the fifties today.