Why don’t we play anymore,
When did our lives become so grey
Fearing another dreaded Monday
We used to play without a thought for the rest of the day
Stop and splash in a puddle, then make a dash straight to the next puddle
No thoughts of consequences of what the other kids thought of us
We were just happy
Maybe that’s what we ought to go back to doing
We seem to have caught this bug,
That we should not play
As it’s not the adult way
Or maybe it was taught to us
By someone who thought they were better than the rest of us
Now were all sad,
Because someone was mad
Because they were told that playing was bad
But look deep inside,
There’s a child inside that was locked away before its day
And its waiting to be let loose and go wild
Like a ship and its not ment to be docked
It wants to be out on the open sea
Yet the port is not blocked by a lock
There is no key you see the cage is imaginary
So jump in that puddle,
Give that tree a cuddle
Get muddy
That child inside is making you rage
Because you locked away your best buddy
Your snappy,
Your frightened of being judged by some bitch that you don’t even like
But ditch those thoughts
They dont serve you now
You’re tired of being unhappy
So leave the port and get out in the open
You are a wild child
Be happy
