The Kid in Us
Play toys on the floor
Feathers in the air
Pillows
Blocks I didn’t build
Moments never felt
Memories
I forgot to never change my mind
But kids never play outside
Until now
We built the air
We built the sky
We are the birds
And we fly high
But growing into butterflies
Doesn't mean we have to fly
We will laugh and frown again
Fireside nights and the beat of kites
Back through time
Back into our eyes
Sticks and stones and ice cream cones
I’m 18 now; I’m never growing old
Never
Now I never cry at night
But kids only ever play outside
Forever
We built the air
We built the sky
We are the birds
And we fly high
We built the sun
We built the stars
We built kingdoms
In the car
But growing into butterflies
Doesn't mean we have to fly
We’re never too old to cry
The monsters are always there at night
With our heads in the clouds
We will laugh and frown again
We are children
Everyone knows that kids don’t sleep
And every time they do
It ain’t nothing but dreams
Every where we go kids are dreaming up
The very things we wish
Life really was
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