I was born in a world full of wonder and play,
Where the hours would dance and then drift away.
No shame in my laughter, no guilt in my cries,
Just love in my heart and stars in my eyes.

 

But I left that light and I locked that door,
To be “good,” not “bad,” with freedom no more.
I traded happiness for those future plans—
Forgetting my joy to belong to the clan.

 

At first I was fearless, alive and unmasked,
But soon came the question that every child asks:
"What do they think?" "Am I good, am I bad?"
Now avoiding that fear masks the joy that I had.

 

I learned not to speak when the truth felt raw,
To hide what I felt and obeying those laws.
To study, to work and to win that race,
And deny my child with my grown-up face.

 

Yes, I left the light and I locked that door,
To be “good,” not “bad,” with freedom no more.
I traded happiness for those future plans—
Forgetting my joy to belong to the clan.

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The dying have confessed with a trembling breath,
Their deepest regret in the face of their death:
“I wish I'd lived true to the song in my soul,
Not chasing approval as my number one goal.”

 

Yet you still can return, the gate is not sealed,
Where the wonder is waiting to be revealed.
With courage to listen, and room to play,
The Garden of Eden is one choice away.

 

So open the light and unlock that door,
Be true to yourself and suffer no more.
Your child inside will lead in that dance—
Awaken again to those songs that entrance.