Everyone has an inner child that becomes further trapped as age and experience build. The more tainted the person, the faster that child inside dies. It's sad to see that so many people seemingly willingly kill that inner child.
"Sometimes the child tries to come out of the grave
He doesn't want to be a dead man's slave
But he needs to die; needs to die desperately"
I liked that stanza a lot. It holds a lot of imagery and power. The child wants to be free to come out and play, but its suppressed and smothered.
The fresh air of innocence is gone
Love for the truth; that burning fire
Life becomes so narrow; mind's like mire
Agitated nights and broken torrid dawns
Love these lines...
There is a child within everyone that gradually dies, maybe with age, maybe with experiences. As soon as that child is exploited to the harsh venoms of the cozening and cunning world-the innocence demises and the blissful state of obliviousness shatters and mutates.