There are days when I'm tough,
There are days when I'm rough,
There are days when I never bluff.

But now ain't those days,
For my mind drifts off a ways,
And thinks back to my younger days.

As I think back to my younger years,
I can't help but shed a few tears,
For I'm forced to relive those tragic fears.

At first things weren't bad,
The Apple family wasn't even sad,
Hell, even Bic Mac was a talkative lad.

I go on and think about my family,
Back to when I had a mommy,
And when I had my bashful daddy.

Those were the times we used to play all day,
Me and Bic Mac would be in the fields at play,
While lil Bloom can only just lay.

These memories I always cherish,
While my heart calls out to wish,
That you two didn't perish!

That's when things got bad,
That's when I was thrust into times of sad,
That's when I lost my mommy and dad.

When news came of you two,
I just couldn't believe it to be true,
But then, when we say you with skin deathly blue...

I then knew that you and daddy were truly gone!
Big Mac and I prayed this was just a sic con,
For there was no way the Apples could move on!

But time went ahead and carried away,
Those days of simple play,
And the only ponies who could keep my darkness at bay.

While this old house,
Transformed into a cold house,
Where not even lives a mouse.

To this day I sleep alone,
As Apple Bloom cries out a sad moan,
And all I do is try to fix her sad zone.

In the end though, I'm just like her,
A filly lost in a world so bare,
Who can't even hold her motherly mare.

It was too soon for you,
It was too soon for daddy too,
As our days became blue.

I try and remain strong,
Like that of a solid gold gong,
So my friends can't see what's wrong.

I must remain a tough pony,
Not only for me, but for my family!
Even if there are days I cry with Granny.

But, there are days I wish to be young,
Back to my filly-hood I wanna be flung,
So I can her your's and his tongue.

I wish for you two to come back,
If not to have our family back,
Then at least to come back for your Applejack.