I Want to be a Child Again

Not a worry on my mind

Not a frown of any kind

Didn’t know then what was pain

I want to be a child again.

Books, toys, games, many-a-friend

That was till where the world would extend

Tantrums, yes, but not a single complain

I want to be a child again.

I knew I was different

Different – no idea what it meant.

Different is now a headache, a strain

I want to be a child again.

It’s funny how we always wanted to grow up

Adults, it seems, were doing an impressive cover-up

Or it was just our rose-coloured glasses then

I want to be a child again.