Oh, to be a child again
And be protected from the outside
For, you’re as sacred as the old tales
They tell you of.

Oh, to be pure and gentle
And be naive
And not be punished for it

To have dreams as bright as stars
And not be afraid of following them
To fall asleep as fast as forgiving someone who betrayed you.

And all lullabies were warnings
From the future ahead of you

And you sang la la la la…
Trying to scare the monsters under your bed

But you’re not a child,
You do not fear the dark anymore
Indeed, you learned to love what can destroy you.