i, like all those who regret missed moments, miss the good old days...
the times of innocence when all was free, days gone by in joyful haze...
now a young child with cigarette hanging from his lips, thinking he's cool...
sparking Js, eyes glazed, mind blazed, little does he know he is the fool...
no longer innocent, his desperation sinks in, theres only one way out...
but thats a path not taken, god is not what this young child is about...
a patient man, pleasantly waiting, deeply worried, for child to say please...
for a life of hope and freedom, all this young child has to do is believe...

-young child-