The scratch-scritch of your crayon on paper
Reminds me of the time, when life was safer

When stickers were diamonds and rainbows jewels
And the world was all sparkly and new
When glitter was glue and ice cream
everyday food
And you ran around just because you could

When bubbles were the moon
And fireflies the sun
And Saturdays never came too soon
Because you always had fun

Days when you could swear you could touch the sky
(just reach a little higher)
Nights when you dreamed you could fly
And in betweens when you thought you never could die
(just stay here forever)

But soon enough childhood stopped being your friend
Because you stopped smiling
Because fairy tales did end
Because the sun was too hot
And the moon too far
And dreams were as silly as wishing stars
And hearts started to be shaped like actual hearts
And happy days seemed to be as fictional
As Santa Claus …

The scratch-scritch of my pen
Takes me back to reality
When those days really did end