Placed upon a dusty shelf, there to lie
Hidden behind the mask of age
Forgotten in their steel bar cage
Schemes of children fade away
As we grow older day-to-day
Pursuing lofty heights of money and fame
While losing the point
Of playing the game
A child’s love, so simple and pure
God’s greatest gift, a miracle cure
A simple point of view you see
Matters not if you’re one or seventy
So be silly and laugh, forget what you know
Make room for all your love to grow
Dust off your shelves, awaken those dreams
Start living all those childhood schemes