Childhood Dreams

The death of a dream, no matter how it starts
Is the death of a piece of our inmost hearts
A hope dies, reality sets in fast
How many of your old dreams will last?

We're told to leave childish things far behind
To put our old hopes and wishes out of our mind
But as we do, the wonder and joy of life start to end
And by the time we realize the damage, it's too great to mend

And so we go on in a world that's a little more real, a little more bleak
And we wonder what it is that we still seek
A glimpse of hope, a flash of childish laughter and joy
And you long to go back to the time you were a little girl or boy

But you have grown, and your head is full of worries and care
And the eyes of a child to see are gone, the world far less fair
Pray the Father to give you what you have long since lost
And regain your childlike faith, no matter what the cost