Sweet child of innocent land,
there is nothing wrong with your vision.
The world in fact's a strange place
mired in bloodshed and superstition
Inexplicable it may seem to you
that as pure-hearts like you grow
love, peace and brotherhood
all get thrown out of the window
Admitted, its hard to make sense of it all
but getting inside the head of the masses?
I'd still tell you to refrain from trying
an adult's set of looking glasses.
For your innocence might fade before
the time arrives to bake your heart.
In this white-hot hearth that we all know...
This world's a stage...come take your part.
