Praveen Baid

(24th april 1983 / Cossimbazar)

Childhood


We took it all for granted
When childhood was alive
We hadn’t a worry in the world
When childhood was alive
We played all day with no worries
When childhood was alive
All of us so innocent and free
When childhood was alive
Nobody knew what lied ahead for us,
Nobody disagreed
All we knew that we were kids
Born to play
Born to speak our minds
When childhood was alive
That time that you felt
Nothing would hold you back
That time that you felt you were free
When childhood was alive
But now ‘tis dead
For it passes too quickly
And now the time has come
To break all ties with childhood
To say goodbye to being a kid
And to say hello to more obstacles
Because childhood is dead
It is long gone
Now ‘tis the time
That you move on

Submitted: Monday, January 05, 2009

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