I am from cartoons,
and plain cereal with sugar.
I am from the leaves that fell,
and the wind in which they stir.
I am from the county fair,
with ice cream on a child's nose.
I am from that mystery book,
that can never be closed.
I am from the confusion you get,
when you can't figure it out,
and from that one mysterious boy,
you want to know all about.
I am from the blue tears,
that stroll down your face,
and from broken hearts,
from the boy you chased.
I am from the blue skies and green pastures,
where angels will fly.
The place I dream of every night,
Where no one ever cries.