Even If I Die the Child In Me Would Be Alive
How much you may think me to be
Gullible and Naïve
As long as the child in me
Does survive
I am alive.
My dreams may fly high
But my ambitions never touch the sky
To my heart’s content I may smile and I may cry
Into my own life I may peek and pry
I can sleep solemnly to the tunes of a lullaby
As long as the child in me
Does survive
I am alive.
On a green grassy carpet
I may peacefully lie
From the world full of deceit and tyranny
I may frantically shy
I may reach the age to naturally die
And to bid the world a final goodbye
But as long as the child in me
Does survive
I am alive.
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