CHILD
Colorful balloons and cotton candy,
We were riding on the merry-go-round
Never thinking of tomorrow.
Living today
Why did you grow up, child. . .
How nice we were playing. . .
As I would give you a piggy back ride,
Now you are too big for me even to embrace. . .
Life was just a game.
Whereas now you know what it is
Why did you grow up, child. . .
We were playing so happily. . .
(If children would never grew up and stayed as they are, it would be a much
better world.
Because they are angelic.)
