On the edge of seventeen,
And on the brink of eighteen.

Wow ain't that a scary truth?
Growing up is such a funny thought;

You're a carefree kid once upon a time,
And then a mature adult on the clock's next chime.

Turn eighteen, they said,
Join the big boys, they said.

But truth is, adulthood is a serious business,
One that comes with bills, and debts, and losses.

It may be my one ticket to freedom and legality,
but it sure is hell carrying all that responsibility.

So thank you sir for the nice offer,
But I don't really want to get involved there.

I'm comfortable here in my naivety,
Where my childish whims are the propriety.

So let my eighteen candles burn bright up ahead,
Cause I'll douse it out without an ounce of dread.

Hold my hand, I'll walk you through the rainbow.
Up and above the blue the sky.
We'll ride on shooting stars, in circles around the moon.
Eat cotton candy made with the yummiest of the clouds.
We'll dance all night, jump along Venus, Jupiter and Pluto.
Sing along playing the strings of the sun rays.
I'll put you to sleep at the end of the rainbow.
And take you back home with the morning rain drops.

so full of life she was,
naive to the dangers around her,

innocence looked so good on her,
until...well, until she met you

you ****** her of that innocence,
and when you left, you took that part of her with you

now you’ve left her numb,
fully exposed to the dangers of the world

she yearns to feel that innocence once again,

and she hopes one day to be that girl who was once naive and so full of life

When looking at old pictures
Look at the eyes
They convey so many emotions

I see a little kid who's
eyes are sparking
like a diamond

What do I need to do
to get that child like
happiness again?

A bird's song is gently caressing my soul,
to the realm of freedom, it carries me whole ...
Up there, among the stars, in the beautiful sky
and inside, where our dreams, we cannot deny.
An impulse to sing with my heart felt alright.
With my heart and not words, with a child's delight.
A child wanting to play, to laugh, and to run,
to hysterically jump, and to just have more fun ...
Walking barefoot as to feel the fresh lawn
tickling his feet, first thing at dawn ...
A bird's song took me away and with it,
in the kingdom of beauty, I was joyfully greeted...
It was smelling of green, of bloom and of white ...
where everything blossomed, without any blight
I found myself sitting in a soft, fragrant meadow
with a fresh, streamy creek running fast, allegretto
I realized that this place seemingly made up
was all real, and true, and would only fade up.
It’s been sealed inside my happiest memories,
yet a random bird's song unlocked it with ease...

Let that innocence
of the smiles in the dark
grab the tips of our heart
and throw away the meat of our art

Beautiful faces
over the picture of our verses
like those paintings we saw
in the light, without

The stream of that red gold
flowing through the middle
of something truly evil
Growing with all of our souls

Yet I cannot choose
To see the world with that face
or to let the dream disturb
the white horse's path

Dream on, my friend
To let go of the river that cried
and face the truth that died

Together,
maybe

Will you see me there?