Poor Cherubs

Run over the broken window
Dashed into shivers and apart
Staying in the dark
I listen to the little children
I'd give myself away
To build castles in the sandbox again
I call you
I long to be like you
Without gloom and strong enough
Not to break away from the childish innocence
The foggy clouds come undone
The window once so clear like my mind
No more than a whisper that tries to lead me anywhere
It ties down the gladness to me
To know you're still a little child
I call you
I long to be like you
Without gloom and strong enough
Not to break away from the childish innocence
It ties down the gladness to me
To know you're still a little child
I wish I were a little child