As kids, we always follow
Our hearts which burn inside
As men, we turn them hollow
And color them with pride
As kids, we question kindly
And never care to fail
As men, we follow blindly
As long as we prevail
As kids, we play so easy
And life is just a game
As men, we are too busy
With chasing gold and fame
As kids, we have no money
No concept of a fee
As men we think is funny
If living was for free
As kids, we grow so quickly
Rushing everything we do
As men, we are so prickly
Stealing time as we go through
As kids, we dream so vastly
And think life is our friend
As men, we fade when lastly
We’ve reach our childhood’s end
Ilian Alexiev (1/21/2013)
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