Growing up can be a slow awakening
A painful escape
From a wonderful dream
Childhood's scents
Are now wearing diferent meanings
Empty ones
Only echoes remained
Do you remember what children's thoughts are made of?
When our paper-eyes get stained from life
An indelible story starts being visible
And this is going to hurt the sensitive ones
This is going to make them see
White as a defective black
This is going to make them feel like
Their wings are there just to break their back
Instead of letting them fly
Do you remember what children's thoughts are made of?
So I'm glad that my fower
Did not grow in an ordinary field
Art kept it away from slavery
Even before the beginning
Just a matter of points of view
You still can dance to the rhythm of your dream
All you have to do is to remember
What children's thoughts are made of
So do you remember what children's thoughts are made of?
Is time for us all to turn of the alarm clock
And to continue the dream we risk to forget too soon
Do you remember what children's thoughts are made of?