Being a child,
with adventures everyday,
building high spirits,
making a new mind grow.
In a terrible fog I once lost my way,
Where I had wandered I could not say,
I found a signpost just by a fence,
But I could not read it, the fog was so dense.
Stop it now
It's only the innocent who get hurt in war
This world we live in is an up hill struggle,
Everyday we live with our guilt,
Our heads full of anxiety,
All the time we have our own personal wars,
This is me.
Honest and true.
I say it like it is.
And if you don't like me, then Adieu.