CHILDISH DREAMS
Forever young in these changing times,
I refuse to grow and face the crimes.
If time held still I could hold on tight,
And my dream of youth could finally take flight.
I prefer to laugh out loud and cry with ease,
But as you grow older, others begin to tease.
It doesn’t matter, because if you can’t accept me,
Then you have lost what is my secret quality.
Because I’m not afraid to be a kid,
And I refuse to keep these feelings hid.
So if per chance you ask me to grow up,
I’m by far more mature,
Because I didn’t give up.
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