We go round the moon
N pick up a star
Retrace back to momma
N know what we are
I giggled with the Angels,shining pearls on the shore
Couldn't wonder who left 'em
It aint the same anymore
'Coz I saw Santa,I knew my joy too
For the new gifts
And my lost and found shoe.
Blood on my scraped knee
was a pain i knew,
Couldn't imagine anything worse too.
But mom I saw blood today,
nothing like yesterday.
Here there's no 'Found',
Here's just a 'Lost' shoe.
Last I chucked the fight with a friend
Next day we smiled more.
Now there are grudges for decade old tiffs
See it aint the same anymore.
Why dont I laugh at me each time I fall,
Stand up and play again like before?
How stolen cake brought tears to my eyes,
But it aint the same anymore.
Now my little feet are too big for that shoe,
N I dont even remember the paperplanes I flew,
Why did I grow up leaving so much undone?
N now I await to live it
for my daughter and son.
And one day I'd love to visit
my angel-pearl shore,
Take with me a treasure-box
for the gifts I need to store.
So give me amnesia
for there are yesterdays I abhor
And someday I stop complaining-
IT AINT THE SAME ANYMORE. :)
N pick up a star
Retrace back to momma
N know what we are
I giggled with the Angels,shining pearls on the shore
Couldn't wonder who left 'em
It aint the same anymore
'Coz I saw Santa,I knew my joy too
For the new gifts
And my lost and found shoe.
Blood on my scraped knee
was a pain i knew,
Couldn't imagine anything worse too.
But mom I saw blood today,
nothing like yesterday.
Here there's no 'Found',
Here's just a 'Lost' shoe.
Last I chucked the fight with a friend
Next day we smiled more.
Now there are grudges for decade old tiffs
See it aint the same anymore.
Why dont I laugh at me each time I fall,
Stand up and play again like before?
How stolen cake brought tears to my eyes,
But it aint the same anymore.
Now my little feet are too big for that shoe,
N I dont even remember the paperplanes I flew,
Why did I grow up leaving so much undone?
N now I await to live it
for my daughter and son.
And one day I'd love to visit
my angel-pearl shore,
Take with me a treasure-box
for the gifts I need to store.
So give me amnesia
for there are yesterdays I abhor
And someday I stop complaining-
IT AINT THE SAME ANYMORE. :)
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