If I showed my life to the kid inside me When he dreamt of dreams on nights of vain If I showed it to him What roads he would soon walk And what ‘forks’ he would regret What would he feel? When he realises that the colours in his dreams Would be sombre in reality That the senses in his dreams Would be numb in actuality What would he feel? But, I wonder if I showed him your face, And whispered to him your soul, Would he happy to see the sombre shades of reality sprinkled with specks of gold? What would he feel? Would he love you too? Would he still dream? Would he go through all the pain To have a glimpse of your soul? He loves you, he says. You are all he ever wanted. Sprinkles of gold On the purest of soul. You are all he ever wanted.