We laugh as we cry.
Childhood beckons anyone,
And the sun only shines,
When you embrace the light.

And there in a green wood,
The elixir of life is faked,
The ghost of a dream, we scream,
And the image is lost.

The truth within realism,
Tender mind of a child,
A hatred of all knowledge,
A love of life itself.

Take my hand and walk,
Fall by the wayside, don’t run.
To see life as a race,
Is to extinguish the fire light.

I remember the things to forget.
I have listened a thousand times.
I will find the cure for sanity,
In a mad, mad world.

Second-sight and guilt.
No virtue or mystery.
The aching sense of solitude.
Then you fill my heart.