Children

Long ago, in times so old

When men were children in the world

We knew exactly how to see

To feel, to laugh, to dream clearly

To see outside the earthly limits

Our eyes so hatefully impose

To feel not using our hands

But using our hearts instead

To laugh so hard our breath would stop

To reach for air in happiness

To dream about our goals all night

Instead of making dreams for goals

Long ago, in times so old

When men were children in the world

We knew exactly how to love

To touch, to hold, to give our all

To love as purely as our hearts

To keep our love in pure white hands

To give it all to just one person

To make it feel like something precious

We knew to touch and where to touch

We knew to stop and when to stop

Our hugs were symbols of our joy

Sharing emotions we enjoy

We used to give it all to them

Them, who we cared about

Long ago, in times so old

When men were children in the world

We cared not for taking lives

For making others tell our lies

For fighting in these pointless feuds

For killing people based on moods

Long ago, in times so old

When men were children in the world

The Earth itself was happy too

No wars to fight, no lives to chew.