wouldnt it be cool if we were 5 years old
hiding under blankets from
the dark and from the cold
would'nt have a problem with doing what we're told
still had our hopes and dreams to hold
sleeping in the backroom
a blanket for a roof
friends because we knew we were
never needed any proof
geraniums for mum and a smile for dad
kept us thinking nothing could be bad
thinking back to the best times that we had
running barefoot in the sunshine till
night time played its hand
the stars we spotted through the dirty glass are still the same
even though we may have forgotten their names
