In a world of rose petal dawns
And freshly mowed lawns
And the warmth of a million suns
There lives a child
Meek and mild
With fancies so fun and wild
And they never grow old
In the stories they told
And they never yet ever grew cold
Til’ in the place full of rose petal dawns
In the world of freshly mowed lawns
In the land with the warmth of a million suns
But then the warmth ceases
Cause then everything freezes
Humanity broken into a million pieces
And the wind grew quiet, and the birds flew away
And the child grew up in every which way
And so came the passing of every which day
Spent in war and in flames
When they threw around blame
When lives at stake were nothing but a game
And then far from a world of rose petals dawns
So far from a land of freshly mowed lawns
So far from the place with the warmth of a million suns
There was not a child to be found
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