I was on my way just seeking a purpose,
When I saw a young boy ‘bout the age of three.
With short brown hair and eyes that seemed to glow,
He was playing innocent with only love to show.

I'm no longer able to see that brown-hair boy of three,
But in the reflection of my mind I see a three-year-old me.
With no problems, and no worries; just my head in the clouds,
I ran around happy because i knew i was free.

Look at me now, all those years gone to waste,
With these problems, and these worries, clouds darkened with haste.
The three-year-old me is inside me somewhere,
But he is lost and confused and i do not know where.

I've made a new friend and she’s never gonna leave,
As listen to her sing, I am off flying free.
Cause when I listen to music, I can again see,
Oh, It frees my three-year-old me…