legionnaire_b0b (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} legionnaire_b0b) wrote,@ 2006-05-28 00:09:00 |
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the way we were the way it is
The young babe stands in the green
Staring at life and limb
Tree, river, father, mother
The babe stares on
What it must be to be of innocents
What it must be to see
Everything for the first time
Everything so crisp and clear
I know that once I was this child
Standing at life's front door
Once I stood with eyes wide open
But everything is grey
With age comes growth
We see more than what is at hand
We see the future, past, and present
All in a moments stare
The gift of wisdom
That of sight
Is it gift or chain??
Will we ever know??
For though we see
Our hearts are no longer free
We never just stand and stare
Tree, river, father, mother
The young babe stands in the green
The young babe stands in the green
Staring at life and limb
Tree, river, father, mother
The babe stares on
What it must be to be of innocents
What it must be to see
Everything for the first time
Everything so crisp and clear
I know that once I was this child
Standing at life's front door
Once I stood with eyes wide open
But everything is grey
With age comes growth
We see more than what is at hand
We see the future, past, and present
All in a moments stare
The gift of wisdom
That of sight
Is it gift or chain??
Will we ever know??
For though we see
Our hearts are no longer free
We never just stand and stare
Tree, river, father, mother
The young babe stands in the green
