Mouth’s of Babes
We are wild, we are free, we are like kids chasing the night.
Fervently hoping to sprout wings and take flight,
The night air is cool and kisses our cheeks,
We've managed to find the happiness we seek.
We are young, we are blind, we are desperate to find,
A way to conquer heaven and turn back the hands of time.
The days are long, but the nights so sweet,
The grasses are long and whisper at our feet.
We are small, we are mighty, our time is running out,
We need to find a way to change and cast away this doubt...
Only hope can lead the way...
We weren't really meant to stay...
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To be a child again...