Just sitting here
Thinking about nothing in particular
When suddenly
My mind drifts off to somewhere peculiar
Last night
I dreamt I was flying
Why must
Real life be so confining
Where did the magic go
That I knew so long ago
Do the children of today
Turn the innocence away
Sometimes I feel like being a child
Dancing, singing, running wild
The gifts abused are not to stay
They slowly fade and slip away
I stand here
At the window looking outside
Just wondering
Where the world's enchantment hides
Looking back
Time goes by so fast
How can it be
Present day turned into past
Where did the magic go
That I knew so long ago
Do the children of today
Turn the innocence away
Sometimes I feel like being a child
Dancing, singing, running wild
The gifts abused are not to stay
They slowly fade and slip away
