Where, oh where is my childhood?
Searching for the adventures I would
Have ever shared with my friends
Now lost in transition to a cold end .
The love still goes for elementary things
But my past cries out a wretched ring.
Magical kingdoms and dreams I would dare.
Innocent as a lamb, mighy like a lion.
Father in heaven
Store my youth and make it clear.
For I will live my days with nothing to fear.