Thursday, April 1, 2010

Childhood Lament

Imagine of history
I love what I've got under the cracked bed
I love the swing under the broken tree
This is the time I've forgotten all my problems
Like being a child
Feel no misery
I can't escape when everything is pretty
I rule the city of my beautiful kingdom
With my own creations
I'm the Queen like I've ever dreamt of
I've reached here
I ain't going nowhere
This is my place, this is my destination ..