The Child You Were

It’s funny how the time could fly
Glowing in the wind as hard as you try
To crowd it with your rusty hands
Running after shadows after past
Now remember the child you were
Walking in euphoriness and sorrows
The simple child you had inside
Long ago like flowers in spring time
Nothing really stay the same and nothing really changing in the out
Open wide
Your eyes
And watch the ever last in you
Keep the fire
Burning harder
Clear mine and fill it with the
Simple
Pleasures
Like watching sun
It’s never in there
Like an endless sunshine
The child of your heart
Sleeping inside
But fire of try
Deep into my
Cause nothing really really stay the same
Open wide
Cause nothing really stay the same
Open wide
Cause nothing really stay the same
And nothing is really changing in the end
Open wide
Cause nothing really stay the same
Open wide
Cause nothing really stay the same
And nothing is really changing in the end