Eight years old
We're told: "You're too young to unlearn how to smile and hate the world."
Eight years from now on
You'll forget the art of carefreeness and little girls
So six young hearts kickstart and venture
Into a labyrinth of question marks
Mischievous, wide-eyed
We had nothing to hide
Our smiles were bonafide
We dreamed of superpowers, meteor showers, climbing towers, magic, mermaids, flying ships, and finding home
In our unlocked golden coffer all we had was love to offer
A currency that once was just enough
Guess we grew up
These days we've ceased to give
A frail and feeble damn
We've got new better plans
Christal clear each year since June of 2010
We've grown cavalier and bland
We used to dance in rainstorms, fight our battles, win the whole war
We spoke in flames and held hands while we burned
Now all we ever do is vomit apathy, we mop it with apologies: I'm sorry, I worry
I worry we grew up
Things have changed and minds have aged
We're so far in thin unfeasible maze
When did black and white decide to propagate?
'Cause everything now seems so gray
We've forgotten the beats of our own drums
We've lost touch of tunes we used to hum
We smell of sin and no longer bubblegum
Our season is yet to come
We're houses with water-stained walls
We're standing but no longer tall
When did we stop having a ball?
I don't recall
I don't recall
Here we are so far
We've walked a lonely road
We're like nomads finding home
But somewhere far inside the eight year old resides whispering "you'll be alright."
So let us live, let live, forgive, and hope we don't faild the souls we used to know
Let's walk each other home
Little souls please don't let go
This unknown is ours to roam
Our little souls will walk us home.