There, in the past we were strange children.
All people were like that once in the past.
Or so, at least I trust.

Back then those would feel for true no holding back.
With honesty and hope  they all would laugh cry.
They were watched by the sky.

Bro, sis, lover, friend-those words were common then.
Those children would love  who was near.
And none they would fear.

Prince or orphan-they gave  nothing but ****, it was the same.
They would come and go together as one.
Loved by moon and sun.

They're dreams were so simple: a treehouse and plenty food.
You may set'en free, but they'd just play nearby .
They necer wanted to fly.

But now we think hi things in our minds, yet we have fallen so low.
We  forgot long ago to  simply breath.
All of llife is stolen by a heartless  thief