Childish Dreams

I would climb to the top of the tallest tree
The top of the world as far as I could see
Swaying in a gentle breeze without a care
So quiet and still, no one knows I’m there
The wind whispers sweetly just out of reach
Million year old wind is what I now breathe
The sun passes by with the clouds in tow
They throw shadows on the world down below
From my high perch I can bend God’s ear
He can’t ignore my questions from way up here
If I don’t get any answers this time around
I won’t try so hard back down on the ground

I can see Mr. Lawless sweeping off the street
His wife watches everything from her window seat
Funny man, the street will just get dirty again
Mr. Lawless must be sweeping just to stay sane
Old Mrs. Lawless never ever laughs or smiles
He might need to keep on sweeping for miles
I watch as the Osako’s work in their yard
They make it look easy, but I know it’s hard
Japanese prisoners of war, she even has a scar
Their garden is the most beautiful by far

When I sleep, I dream that I can fly
It’s not hard to do, just jump real high
I feel so free without the ties of gravity
Not like a bird, my mind controls me
Only when it’s dark outside so I won’t be seen
All night long, no one knows where I’ve been
I can’t let anyone else know my skill
They’ll think me nuts and give me a pill
From the top of a cloud I can bend God’s ear
He can’t ignore my questions from way up here
If I don’t get any answers this time around
I won’t try so hard back down on the ground

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