quarta-feira, 6 de abril de 2011

Childhood came back to me...

Childhood came back to me
And so the misunderstandings of many things I believed in
The silent and curious glare, in what once was old, is new again
Oh, my childhood, you are not lost, nor alone, no more
It is you who shows me who I am when I’m alone and almost lost
I do not miss you, once you are part of this life and what is to come
You have never really had gone like a already read chapter in a book
I do not face you like an afraid man facing a ghost
You are still growing inside me without ever being an adult
Because you are me, right now, and we certainly shall go beyond any age I have