Dream on sweet child of innocence, dream on before you wake.
For when you’re grown your view of life a different road will take.
The wide-eyed look that you see through, will soon reduce its size.
In to this world you'll quickly race with money as your prize.
All greed's of men your eyes will see, youth’s blush turned red with rage.
The mindless, senseless acts of man, child's dreams locked in a cage.
Wars fought within the name of God fuel man's desire to kill.
Those last remains of far off hope now drawn out from your will.
And you will too feel hate and hurt, as emotions fill your mind.
An anguished heart will heave with pain as you struggle to stay kind.
Though maybe if your will is strong, keep sense of right from wrong.
To place the soul of man's cruel deeds cast down where they belong.
But while in youth your dreams are sweet, dream on sweet dreamer, dream.
And let tomorrow stay away for you in all your schemes.
