Childish Dreams Monday

Verse 1

Childish dreams of how the world should be,

Never knowing what it really could be.

A lonely kid inventing skies,

Pretending a world that never arrives.

Pre-Chorus

Imaginary ambition in my hands,

Building castles on broken sand.

Chorus

Childish dreams of how the world should be,

Holding tight to what I’ll never see.

Let it go, or let it grow —

The choice is mine, but it hurts to know.

Verse 2

Through the window, families laugh and eat,

While I walk the endless line, cafeteria seat.

A little girl learns how to brood,

Trading hope for cold, cheap food.

Pre-Chorus

But every day’s another try,

A paper bird that wants to fly.

Chorus

Childish dreams of how the world should be,

Escaping through the mind that shelters me.

Let it go, or let it grow —

The choice is mine, but it hurts to know.

Bridge

We grow older, we grow apart,

From the wild illusions that lit the dark.

Do I kill them off, or set them free?

What’s left of the child inside of me?

Chorus (final)

Childish dreams of how the world should be,

Echo through the grown-up part of me.

Let it go, let it be —

You won’t disappoint me.