Verse 1
Life can be sweet like pomegranates and nectarines
Like the sound in the background of children giggling,
Marinade on this, like some pickles pickling,
Might even bring up some laughter, like after tickling,
What was it like before our, poor decaling,
Labeling adulthood to not expect anything,
Innocence got lost, tossed in a sea, raging,
Responsibilities cost is catching up with aging,
It’s the outside we’re saving, inside we grow old,
Whoever said the bread broke, should cultivate mould,
Bake me some fresh truth not these lies that are told,
Make me like a child again, courageous and bold,
Contagious like a cold, is a pessimistic cynic,
Dab me something antibacterial so I don’t get it,
Let it be know that we’re prone to the syndrome,
Of negativity, if it’s a germ we own, how we’ve grown.
Chorus
Make me like a child again,
It was make believe, it was pretend,
Still there was optimism,
I find this is often missing
Verse 2
When I was younger, I used to wonder what it would be like,
As a grown up but now its shown up at the speed of light,
The reminiscing type, who like to remember,
Cos back in the day it could be like an ember,
You want to be on fire, or just live to retire,
Bare fruit, share through, love and inspire?
Does life let us down or have we let it down,
This is profound to thinks about, playing in the playground,
Bach when a kid just wanted to be a friend,
If this was childish, I’d rather be immature then,
Before anyone did offend, we used to trust people,
Try to see the good in a person, not just the evil,
I’ve felt feeble, trying to take steps of faith,
But like a toddler, my father, won’t let me fall on my face,
The world was a safe place, it was secure,
Make me like a child again, where all things seem pure.