When I returned up home when I was grown
The whole street seemed so small, it puzzled me
Adults need so much, we cannot see
The richness of this tiny world forlorn.
A little child will love each stone and crack
Attention and desire are never short
Even to the sweets our pennies bought
We know our little world from front to back.
When we hurry on and do not breathe
We cannot see the world but we don’t know
On and on and on our sick brains go.
We do not lie but yet we are deceived.
The heat will slow us down we droop like flowers.
I know again my childhood, such sweet hours.
How my heart sings 