A special world we have created,
a bond that no one can see,
which can make things be transported
into another space, for you and me.
A hidden place, inside my heart,
where people, even if they could,
they won’t come in and tear apart
the joy and innocence of childhood.
‘cause the moments we’re together
make me go back there and live
for the second time that period,
when we never cared about bad weather,
And Santa came on Christmas’ eve.
When worries were just a myth
playing until our energy was down the drain,
and the next day, on the same Avenue Fifth,
we started all over again.
When time used to pass really slow,
like the movements of a swing
carried by the wind’s blow,
not worried by what tomorrows bring.
When the word “fun” only meant
stay around with friends and family
and hide-and-seek was like the event
we’re waitin’ for so anxiously.
Childhood is carefree and magical,
narrated from a fairytale story,
when all heroes were invincible,
and future was just something blurry.
Innocence, which left us to enjoy
everyday like a new lesson, and life like a tutor,
people will eventually distroy
and make us fret about the future.
But we wanna keep longer this time -
with no cynism, hypocrisy or lies,
no cruelty, death or crime -
The kingdom where no one dies.
Even if it’s long ago, and for that I am aware,
as time travels with high speed,
you managed to take me back there,
and for that, I love you, kid !
Grown ups are complicated creatures, full of quirks and secrets.
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