Cherish innocence while it lasts
For it never comes back
Sooner or later everyone grows
While few grow wise, most grow blind
Either ways, seldom does then one chase butterflies
Or wonder why sky is so high
Count stars or chase shadows
Believe in fairytales and let its magic unveil
Irony it is that one can gather
These words only with regrets
For it shall make no sense to a child
Not until the ignorance is lost
